#chlomahou

[unhingedsea]

@chlomahou

Now this was shocking. This was something that Wadanohara was not expecting here. Someone that she had not seen in such a long time, someone whom could really give her the kicking that she needed. Though Wadanohara of course once more feeling uneasy, and feeling that she has no right to be in the presence of the other at all.

Turning herself around as she just kept her head low. It was as if she was showing more emotion than normal, all because of Chlomaki. Because their past is stronger than most, so of course Wadanohara feels and will act in this manner about the situation.

 “I cannot show my face to you. Nothing against you. But I don’t deserve this.”             “Monsters don’t deserve to be in your presence Chlomaki.”   “So I cannot look at you. Please understand the monster that I am please.”       “I just...Don’t know...I’ve been meaning to see you I just...Don’t know.”

[silone-archived-blog]

@chlomahou

The pup gave a small snort, trying to clear her nose of the potent scents of Chlomaki’s potion room. The constant brewing and jumble of ingredients made the pups sensitive nose twitch. Though despite the wild mix of scents Silone still found herself able to find specific things in the room if she focused hard enough.

A padded hand came up as a small Achoo escaped Silone, finally feeling her nose clear up from the sudden change in smells when she entered the room.

“Did you call for me lady Chlomaki?”

[havenforsouls]

@chlomahou

This wasn’t the first time that she had come here. Nothing happened here that the Great Witch didn’t take notice of, and she would have been especially negligent to not notice the presence of an angel of all things.

Those without witch blood or potential could not enter this enchanted world, and while she only ever appeared in its very outskirts, in the very same place, the fact that she could at all spoke volumes. That she was an angel, and thus connected to a God, even more so. It was a rare case indeed when one of those, or a demon drew away from their deity and connected more with the well of witch magic.

She wondered if this girl even realized what was happening herself.

At first Daimajo intended to observe but ignore her. While it only happened once in a blue moon, this wasn’t the first time an angel or demon had made their way here. Almost all the other times they eventually stopped appearing, or it was a one time thing altogether. It was only after the sixth time, and careful observation of this girl that Daimajo finally decided to intervene---something she made a point of rarely doing.

With a scritch under her familiar’s chin, and some whispered words Daimajo disappeared from her throne, reappearing at the end of the pathway the angel had so often traversed. It had been some time since she’d been out this way, but the angel had caught her interest. Her continued return, the melancholic expression, and sometimes she’d caught sight of a hastily hidden bruise or cut.

This one wasn’t going to disappear like all the others. There was a reason for her being here.

With a wave of her hand, all the leaves and twigs at the base of a nearby tree were swept away, and Daimajo settled there, closing her eyes and waiting.