Jun 17, 2014
trapped | witchbornofthesea
Boredom. That was really the only navigable emotion to her right now as she lay in the circle, making little puffs of smoke into the air. She shifted on the barren soil, horns scratching the ground below her as she stretched her back out. She was midstretch when--
A noise, what could that be?
"Show yourself, stranger!" She yelled into the abandoned manor, voice echoing off the walls. Company was rare; the last time she had company was-- uh, she couldn't even remember. "Aye, you'd better have enough matter locked in that head of yours to know that hiding is pointless."