Wild Berry Meadow electric fences and guns

a grim reaper did not trail far behind the witch, her soul slowly being sucked from her body with every bone breaking step she took. the goddess had forsaken her for her sins were too repulsive to be forgiven. and yet no tear fell from the kementári‘s eye, her faith having been long drowned in the madness that starvation had caused. her thoughts revolved around nothing but food now - for it was flesh that would save her from the death that fate seemed so eager to bring. and so the woman took to the ground, her nose violently searching the winter winds for any sign of nourishment that could save her from ruin. and there it was. in the distance was the faint salvation she sought, flesh rotting in all it’s ravished glory.

her stomach let out it’s pleading cries of hunger as she approached the huinë, eyes scanning over his ragged and unimpressive form. she clacked her teeth together, molars grinding against each other as she approached the feasting man with caution. the memories of her last attempt at seizing a severed head left a vile taste in her mouth that made her want to vomit. so the starving woman took a different approach this time, keeping a safe distance from the stranger as she began to dance around him with greedy eyes.