Blackfeather Woods Witch Species

@Kendra
I'll stick to shorter posts in order to be able to keep up with two characters, I don't want to keep anyone waiting anymore :x

Clouds in the skies were signs. Azazel twisted his head with rapid shifts as he read the grey shades above. It seemed this day had brought the physical world closer to the otherside, the dark place where spirits crossed after death. The blue-eyed priestess was there, she had been taken by the fate herself, but she had left something behind. A gift to the world. A carrier of her own gift. A kid with talents in brute.

The old bat fluttered his way to a tall tree, the one he'd been hanging from for the past months, watching the child in silence. She was curious, and so had been her mother. Azazel had taken a great interest in the blue-eyed priestess since the moment he first saw her exploring the forest with plans to settle a guild of mysteries in it. He had learned from her, the way she worked, the things she said, and often he'd exchanged words with her, unable to resist delving deeper into her knowledge.