Two Rivers Isle the witches

@Malice & @Burke :D

"vut ah peice of shet," tired bones carried the witch onward, though in every possible way, she wished to drop dead where she walked. wuathila has little life left, she knew, and she waited, waited for the high powers to take away her soul to whatever hell afterlife awaited her. yet, she stayed tethered to the earth by the powers that be, so she may prolong her pained existence. "vut 'ave i done?' "nuthing!" the old woman scowled, her displaced back hunched as she walked, limping for her right foot had gave out half a mile back. 

with her, she carried her knowledge of a thousand universes, the truth and the lives of the fabricated world around her. years upon years of stuffing knowledge into her mind had got her where? "to this fecking dump!" the exclamation was overruled by the sound of rushing waters, and she squinted, following the sound. she had scarcely any memory of how she had wound up in the woods she currently walked, from up to about five minutes ago.

"vut the feck?" the water split two ways and in between was an island, secluded. yes, this was what she needed, a secluded island for herself to carry out her last few days. the hag stood at the waters edge, lowering herself into the water as she did so. "yeeeesssshhhhh," a content sigh came out from within her, feeling the water ease up her achy bones. her nose did not catch the scent of prominent pack markings surrounding the island, nor would she have particularly cared.