Dawnlark Plains the suburbs hum with witchcraft as the night comes swiftly on

@Sif

 

the dark crow picked his way across uneven ground for a considerable amount of time before he found himself in a stretching expanse of land. with cupped ears and narrow eyes, he peered in search of the magic that hummed through the lands. he could feel it in the ground, the air, even the creatures that flocked to and from the surrounding terrain.

all of the land was magic.

salem continued moving forward. his broomstick limbs carried him swiftly and with purpose, but it would have been difficult for the warlock to explain what he was searching for. visions, spirits, it had all been said to have been tales and nothing more. the dark hunter knew better; he had been a witness to things that he never could have repeated. magic existed there, and he had shown himself in hopes of harboring it.