Foggy Bottom Way [m] el mar

PPing and knocking Andro out with permission from Suledin <3!

His heart was pounding.

witch witch witch witch

The woman and he wrestled, a catastrophic ball of fur and mud. A thrall to the witch currently shrieking at his father, at his siblings. He couldn’t see them, blinded on that side he was, but he could pick up their voices.

She’s a witch!

His voice rose into an apocalyptic scream, foot making contact with the woman’s head in such a way he felt the vibrations all the way up his leg. She dropped like a stone, and the mud covered boy rolled to his feet, lunging out of the puddle. He stood there, white teeth flashing, single eye with a barely visible pupil staring at the whole clustered group.

She’s a witch, believe nothing she says. She spits magic with every word. He recognized her now, her scent, her face. They’d never spoken, never even interacted he believed, but he knew her.

I’ll bet that’s why you put Father on trial, isn’t it? Because you didn’t want your associate to talk! Now he was walking, laughter coming in great shakes to his ribs, his words barely containing the frantic giggles that wanted to leap from his chest. Yes, yes she was a witch, she was a witch who had charmed the whole of the valley they had come from. Black magic curled off her words, her face disappearing with it into a black miasma.

She wasn’t a wolf. She was a demon with glowing blue eyes, spitting lies and charms to make them believe their father would do that. The black blood shadow wasn’t a woman to him, not anymore, a staticky tangle of black scribbles had taken her place. Up went his tail, down went his head.

Aquillius would no longer take the words of witches.

You. Must. Die. They would take her head, and he would mount it on a pike, and he would finally, finally be free of her magic. The spider danced in the corner of his vision, the non-wolf laughed in the back of his head.

They would leave him soon.