@aetermma
Silence. There was no noise where a dark clothed woman stood, save for the fabric of her scarf hitting itself in the wind. It was evident that the entire area had been burnt as if fire rained from the heavens itself. Kneeling down on the right knee, she picked up some of the ashes as cinders began to rise from them. It wasn’t that long ago that the land was burnt to nothing, the cause had to be there.
Raising to her feet, the figure noticed another walking out from the little bit of the housing left. She looked no older than 20 ( maybe pushing her mid 20′s ). The hunter’s piercing silver gaze locked onto the other as she drew a few blessed throwing knives, her hands shaking in slight fear. Years of training taught her to be fearless, none of which was actually encountering a LIVE witch.
❛ reveal thy name & intent, witch ! ❜