#witchofthecult

[cante-waste]

[ Five have entered the Hallow ]

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Hearing the shuffling of clothing from behind him, Aaron stopped mid-swing, coming down on the wood below him. Turning slightly, he acknowledged the new comers. All while he really didn't mind people, he would've much preferred it if they didn't disturb him while he was splitting wood. An unbeknownst fact, he didn't quite like himself whenever he was splitting wood. His eyes for a reason always had a sharp glimmer to them that often frightened people away whenever it was happening. Nonetheless, here they were...hopefully he didn't scare them off.

"Can I help you...?"

[cultscreator-blog]

{witchofthe-cult entered your cult}

"It's always good to see you" the man greeted her. Isla Yura liked to greet his companions with a cheerful, calm voice, especially with her, being as important to his cult as all the rest. While some of the people who joined the cult were normal people that with a Great miracle wanted to be something more, she had the strange ability of being a Fortune Teller. Not that he needed it - since Isla Yura, by himself, didn't believe in some of the things himself said -, but it made the other members even more enthusiastic about all the thing. "But it's a surprise now, since it's still early to the Second Coming-of-Age Ceremony".