cara

ive worked with the best, ive worked with the worst. One thing remains the same. They all crash and burn, leaving me to find a new plaything to occupy my time with

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

First subject

Cara was wandering through the woodlan near her home, carrying a small wicker basket. She was filling it with various herbs and berries that grew around the area. One certain weed was alluding her, Kings fell. Most saw it as a nusiance plant that grew where it wasn’t wanted. But cara knew its properties well and they would be very helpful in her positions. She was bent over, feeling a leaf between her fingers when she fel the air shift. A disturbance like that meant an angel or demon had appeared behind her. Then the smell of smoke told her it was her current partner in crime. “Jack?” She hummed softly, not turning yet.

[bloodandsmog-blog]

“I’ve got us a monster to carve up.” He said, grinning at her. 

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

Cara turned with a raised eyebrow “ she allowed you to take one?” She asked, setting a branch of berries in her basket. “ Eve agreed to the torture of her kin?”

[bloodandsmog-blog]

“She’s got a soft spot for me, what can I say?” Jack leaned against a tree and shrugged. 

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

Cara hummed and turned to a different bush, testing the lead between her fingers “what type of creature is it?”

[bloodandsmog-blog]

“A vampire…male.” he said, yawning. “Do you still think you can do it?”

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

Cara drew in a slow breath, picking some leaves and setting them in her basket “I’m not sure. I’ve researched it, and I think I can extract it in one piece. But only the act will tell” she replied. “From what I have seen, vampires are more… Co-operative. They have less control and therefore easier to manipulate”

[bloodandsmog-blog]

“You’d better do this right.” Jack growled

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

Cara shot him a brief glare “I’ve already told you that I’ve never done this before. All of my theories are based of just that… Theory. You know I want this just as much as you!” She replied

[bloodandsmog-blog]

“Your life depends on it.” Jack said simply, shrugging. 

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

Cara rolled her eyes “killing me will give you nothing but trouble. There a few witches In the world at the moment and even fewer with the power you require”

[bloodandsmog-blog]

Jack rolled his eyes back. “The vampire is chained up in your house. I’ll be back at the end of the week.”

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

"I look forward to it" she said flatly.

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

First subject

Cara was wandering through the woodlan near her home, carrying a small wicker basket. She was filling it with various herbs and berries that grew around the area. One certain weed was alluding her, Kings fell. Most saw it as a nusiance plant that grew where it wasn’t wanted. But cara knew its properties well and they would be very helpful in her positions. She was bent over, feeling a leaf between her fingers when she fel the air shift. A disturbance like that meant an angel or demon had appeared behind her. Then the smell of smoke told her it was her current partner in crime. “Jack?” She hummed softly, not turning yet.

[bloodandsmog-blog]

“I’ve got us a monster to carve up.” He said, grinning at her. 

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

Cara turned with a raised eyebrow “ she allowed you to take one?” She asked, setting a branch of berries in her basket. “ Eve agreed to the torture of her kin?”

[bloodandsmog-blog]

“She’s got a soft spot for me, what can I say?” Jack leaned against a tree and shrugged. 

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

Cara hummed and turned to a different bush, testing the lead between her fingers “what type of creature is it?”

[bloodandsmog-blog]

“A vampire…male.” he said, yawning. “Do you still think you can do it?”

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

Cara drew in a slow breath, picking some leaves and setting them in her basket “I’m not sure. I’ve researched it, and I think I can extract it in one piece. But only the act will tell” she replied. “From what I have seen, vampires are more… Co-operative. They have less control and therefore easier to manipulate”

[bloodandsmog-blog]

“You’d better do this right.” Jack growled

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

Cara shot him a brief glare “I’ve already told you that I’ve never done this before. All of my theories are based of just that… Theory. You know I want this just as much as you!” She replied

[bloodandsmog-blog]

“Your life depends on it.” Jack said simply, shrugging. 

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

Cara raised an eyebrow at him "witches are rare in these parts. You would be foolish to get rid of me when there are few others willing to take such a task on" she said simply.

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

First subject

Cara was wandering through the woodlan near her home, carrying a small wicker basket. She was filling it with various herbs and berries that grew around the area. One certain weed was alluding her, Kings fell. Most saw it as a nusiance plant that grew where it wasn’t wanted. But cara knew its properties well and they would be very helpful in her positions. She was bent over, feeling a leaf between her fingers when she fel the air shift. A disturbance like that meant an angel or demon had appeared behind her. Then the smell of smoke told her it was her current partner in crime. “Jack?” She hummed softly, not turning yet.

[bloodandsmog-blog]

“I’ve got us a monster to carve up.” He said, grinning at her. 

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

Cara turned with a raised eyebrow “ she allowed you to take one?” She asked, setting a branch of berries in her basket. “ Eve agreed to the torture of her kin?”

[bloodandsmog-blog]

“She’s got a soft spot for me, what can I say?” Jack leaned against a tree and shrugged. 

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

Cara hummed and turned to a different bush, testing the lead between her fingers “what type of creature is it?”

[bloodandsmog-blog]

“A vampire…male.” he said, yawning. “Do you still think you can do it?”

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

Cara drew in a slow breath, picking some leaves and setting them in her basket “I’m not sure. I’ve researched it, and I think I can extract it in one piece. But only the act will tell” she replied. “From what I have seen, vampires are more… Co-operative. They have less control and therefore easier to manipulate”

[bloodandsmog-blog]

“You’d better do this right.” Jack growled

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

Cara shot him a brief glare “I’ve already told you that I’ve never done this before. All of my theories are based of just that… Theory. You know I want this just as much as you!” She replied

[bloodandsmog-blog]

“Your life depends on it.” Jack said simply, shrugging. 

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

Cara rolled her eyes "killing me will give you nothing but trouble. There a few witches In the world at the moment and even fewer with the power you require"

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

First subject

Cara was wandering through the woodlan near her home, carrying a small wicker basket. She was filling it with various herbs and berries that grew around the area. One certain weed was alluding her, Kings fell. Most saw it as a nusiance plant that grew where it wasn’t wanted. But cara knew its properties well and they would be very helpful in her positions. She was bent over, feeling a leaf between her fingers when she fel the air shift. A disturbance like that meant an angel or demon had appeared behind her. Then the smell of smoke told her it was her current partner in crime. “Jack?” She hummed softly, not turning yet.

[bloodandsmog-blog]

“I’ve got us a monster to carve up.” He said, grinning at her. 

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

Cara turned with a raised eyebrow “ she allowed you to take one?” She asked, setting a branch of berries in her basket. “ Eve agreed to the torture of her kin?”

[bloodandsmog-blog]

“She’s got a soft spot for me, what can I say?” Jack leaned against a tree and shrugged. 

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

Cara hummed and turned to a different bush, testing the lead between her fingers “what type of creature is it?”

[bloodandsmog-blog]

“A vampire…male.” he said, yawning. “Do you still think you can do it?”

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

Cara drew in a slow breath, picking some leaves and setting them in her basket “I’m not sure. I’ve researched it, and I think I can extract it in one piece. But only the act will tell” she replied. “From what I have seen, vampires are more… Co-operative. They have less control and therefore easier to manipulate”

[bloodandsmog-blog]

“You’d better do this right.” Jack growled

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

Cara shot him a brief glare "I've already told you that I've never done this before. All of my theories are based of just that... Theory. You know I want this just as much as you!" She replied

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

First subject

Cara was wandering through the woodlan near her home, carrying a small wicker basket. She was filling it with various herbs and berries that grew around the area. One certain weed was alluding her, Kings fell. Most saw it as a nusiance plant that grew where it wasn’t wanted. But cara knew its properties well and they would be very helpful in her positions. She was bent over, feeling a leaf between her fingers when she fel the air shift. A disturbance like that meant an angel or demon had appeared behind her. Then the smell of smoke told her it was her current partner in crime. “Jack?” She hummed softly, not turning yet.

[bloodandsmog-blog]

“I’ve got us a monster to carve up.” He said, grinning at her. 

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

Cara turned with a raised eyebrow “ she allowed you to take one?” She asked, setting a branch of berries in her basket. “ Eve agreed to the torture of her kin?”

[bloodandsmog-blog]

“She’s got a soft spot for me, what can I say?” Jack leaned against a tree and shrugged. 

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

Cara hummed and turned to a different bush, testing the lead between her fingers “what type of creature is it?”

[bloodandsmog-blog]

“A vampire…male.” he said, yawning. “Do you still think you can do it?”

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

Cara drew in a slow breath, picking some leaves and setting them in her basket "I'm not sure. I've researched it, and I think I can extract it in one piece. But only the act will tell" she replied. "From what I have seen, vampires are more... Co-operative. They have less control and therefore easier to manipulate"

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

First subject

Cara was wandering through the woodlan near her home, carrying a small wicker basket. She was filling it with various herbs and berries that grew around the area. One certain weed was alluding her, Kings fell. Most saw it as a nusiance plant that grew where it wasn’t wanted. But cara knew its properties well and they would be very helpful in her positions. She was bent over, feeling a leaf between her fingers when she fel the air shift. A disturbance like that meant an angel or demon had appeared behind her. Then the smell of smoke told her it was her current partner in crime. “Jack?” She hummed softly, not turning yet.

[bloodandsmog-blog]

“I’ve got us a monster to carve up.” He said, grinning at her. 

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

Cara turned with a raised eyebrow “ she allowed you to take one?” She asked, setting a branch of berries in her basket. “ Eve agreed to the torture of her kin?”

[bloodandsmog-blog]

“She’s got a soft spot for me, what can I say?” Jack leaned against a tree and shrugged. 

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

Cara hummed and turned to a different bush, testing the lead between her fingers "what type of creature is it?"

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

First subject

Cara was wandering through the woodlan near her home, carrying a small wicker basket. She was filling it with various herbs and berries that grew around the area. One certain weed was alluding her, Kings fell. Most saw it as a nusiance plant that grew where it wasn’t wanted. But cara knew its properties well and they would be very helpful in her positions. She was bent over, feeling a leaf between her fingers when she fel the air shift. A disturbance like that meant an angel or demon had appeared behind her. Then the smell of smoke told her it was her current partner in crime. “Jack?” She hummed softly, not turning yet.

[bloodandsmog-blog]

“I’ve got us a monster to carve up.” He said, grinning at her. 

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

Cara turned with a raised eyebrow " she allowed you to take one?" She asked, setting a branch of berries in her basket. " Eve agreed to the torture of her kin?"

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

First subject

Cara was wandering through the woodlan near her home, carrying a small wicker basket. She was filling it with various herbs and berries that grew around the area. One certain weed was alluding her, Kings fell. Most saw it as a nusiance plant that grew where it wasn't wanted. But cara knew its properties well and they would be very helpful in her positions. She was bent over, feeling a leaf between her fingers when she fel the air shift. A disturbance like that meant an angel or demon had appeared behind her. Then the smell of smoke told her it was her current partner in crime. "Jack?" She hummed softly, not turning yet.

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

Partners in research

For all purpose cara lived a solitary life in the forest lands. She preferred her privacy and had her own live stock and small sections of crop for personal use. It was a small looking cottage from the outside. But it extended into the depths of the earth. Almost double the size underground than above. For now she sat on her porch, rocking softly in a wooden chair she bought a few seasons back from the towns. She was waiting for her lunch guest to arrive.

[darkwindofmagic-blog]

DarkWind materialized on the roof, perching on the gables of the human abode above Cara where she rocked. He did nothing to hdie himself, but nor did he show his face. He bent a knee to his chest and watched her with an enigmatic smile. “The great scarlet trickster,” he purred “How I have longed to make your aquientance.”

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

Cara slowly smirked and tilted her head up to see Dark wind “flattery will not earn you favour with me… I’m well aware of your own impressive lineage” she replied, her chair slowly to a halt.

[darkwindofmagic-blog]

“My impressive breeding, such as it was, can hardly compare to what you’ve done with a much more meager upbringing,” DarkWind slid from the roof and dropped onto the porch before her. “Making dirt into diamonds, such as it was.”

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

“I’m not one to brag” she hummed, her eyes raking over darkwinds form as she too, stood up. “Egos are fickle things… To little and you are stuck in a meagre life with ordinary things. Too much can get you killed.” Cara smirked and stepped closer to him. “But just the right amount can afford you the luxuries without the tricky little extras like enemies” she chuckled and flicked her hair back over her shoulder

[darkwindofmagic-blog]

“Enemies I can reckon with,” DarkWind glanced at the home. “And speaking of humble things…the stories I’ve heard of your deeds don’t seem possible from such an abode.”

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

“You should never judge something by its appearance, you know that better than most” she smirked, opening her door and gesturing for him to enter.

[darkwindofmagic-blog]

DarkWind pocketed his hands and entered the hut casually. “I wonder what else you keep hidden beneath your…appearences,” he ourred

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

“That is for me to know and for you to never see” she replied, guiding him down a narrow set of stairs. Once below ground, the true siza and awe of her home was revealed to him.

[darkwindofmagic-blog]

With a low whistle, DarkWind perused the shelves of knicknacks and fermented items. “A woman of such vast talents….what captures your interest of late?”

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

“Life…” She replied, winding through the shelves and tables till she reached the large oak one in the centre. “Life captures my interest” she said.

[darkwindofmagic-blog]

“How predictable an answer. I expected more from you,” DarkWind taunted.

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

Cara raised an eyebrow at him “I do not mean simply immortality” she snapped. “I’m referring to the very essence of an immortal” she smirked slowly at him.

[darkwindofmagic-blog]

“Curious,” he tipped his head. “And…what have you found?”

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

“I shan’t divulge my research to you until I am certain you posess knowledge or skills of use to me” she said flatly, rising an eyebrow in question.

[darkwindofmagic-blog]

“My talents are many. Perhaps I could find a means of…procuring the essence you seek,” DarkWind offered lazily.

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

“If you were to present me with a method of doing that… I would be very grateful” she replied, her tounge lingering slightly on the word ‘very’

[darkwindofmagic-blog]

“Grateful enough to…perhaps…give me insight into your research?” DarkWind mused, propping his elbow against one of the tables.

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

Cara drew in a slow breath, the necklace that lay on her chest rising with it. “The request isn’t completely unexpected… Although-” she Raised an eyebrow at him. “You should know I do not work alone… If your involvement should be known, I can’t promise protection for you against my… Partner”

[darkwindofmagic-blog]

“Keep him away from me,” DarkWind’s voice had a biting edge, “and I’ll keep away from him. Simple enough.” He glanced toward the door. “I suppose, having my work cut out for me, I should go. What do you say to meeting…weekly, to report on progress?”

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

"I would agree with it. Although I suggest you be cautious when approaching my home, he likes to arrive unexpectedly most times" she warned him

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

Partners in research

For all purpose cara lived a solitary life in the forest lands. She preferred her privacy and had her own live stock and small sections of crop for personal use. It was a small looking cottage from the outside. But it extended into the depths of the earth. Almost double the size underground than above. For now she sat on her porch, rocking softly in a wooden chair she bought a few seasons back from the towns. She was waiting for her lunch guest to arrive.

[darkwindofmagic-blog]

DarkWind materialized on the roof, perching on the gables of the human abode above Cara where she rocked. He did nothing to hdie himself, but nor did he show his face. He bent a knee to his chest and watched her with an enigmatic smile. “The great scarlet trickster,” he purred “How I have longed to make your aquientance.”

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

Cara slowly smirked and tilted her head up to see Dark wind “flattery will not earn you favour with me… I’m well aware of your own impressive lineage” she replied, her chair slowly to a halt.

[darkwindofmagic-blog]

“My impressive breeding, such as it was, can hardly compare to what you’ve done with a much more meager upbringing,” DarkWind slid from the roof and dropped onto the porch before her. “Making dirt into diamonds, such as it was.”

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

“I’m not one to brag” she hummed, her eyes raking over darkwinds form as she too, stood up. “Egos are fickle things… To little and you are stuck in a meagre life with ordinary things. Too much can get you killed.” Cara smirked and stepped closer to him. “But just the right amount can afford you the luxuries without the tricky little extras like enemies” she chuckled and flicked her hair back over her shoulder

[darkwindofmagic-blog]

“Enemies I can reckon with,” DarkWind glanced at the home. “And speaking of humble things…the stories I’ve heard of your deeds don’t seem possible from such an abode.”

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

“You should never judge something by its appearance, you know that better than most” she smirked, opening her door and gesturing for him to enter.

[darkwindofmagic-blog]

DarkWind pocketed his hands and entered the hut casually. “I wonder what else you keep hidden beneath your…appearences,” he ourred

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

“That is for me to know and for you to never see” she replied, guiding him down a narrow set of stairs. Once below ground, the true siza and awe of her home was revealed to him.

[darkwindofmagic-blog]

With a low whistle, DarkWind perused the shelves of knicknacks and fermented items. “A woman of such vast talents….what captures your interest of late?”

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

“Life…” She replied, winding through the shelves and tables till she reached the large oak one in the centre. “Life captures my interest” she said.

[darkwindofmagic-blog]

“How predictable an answer. I expected more from you,” DarkWind taunted.

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

Cara raised an eyebrow at him “I do not mean simply immortality” she snapped. “I’m referring to the very essence of an immortal” she smirked slowly at him.

[darkwindofmagic-blog]

“Curious,” he tipped his head. “And…what have you found?”

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

“I shan’t divulge my research to you until I am certain you posess knowledge or skills of use to me” she said flatly, rising an eyebrow in question.

[darkwindofmagic-blog]

“My talents are many. Perhaps I could find a means of…procuring the essence you seek,” DarkWind offered lazily.

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

“If you were to present me with a method of doing that… I would be very grateful” she replied, her tounge lingering slightly on the word ‘very’

[darkwindofmagic-blog]

“Grateful enough to…perhaps…give me insight into your research?” DarkWind mused, propping his elbow against one of the tables.

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

Cara drew in a slow breath, the necklace that lay on her chest rising with it. "The request isn't completely unexpected... Although-" she Raised an eyebrow at him. "You should know I do not work alone... If your involvement should be known, I can't promise protection for you against my... Partner"

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

Partners in research

For all purpose cara lived a solitary life in the forest lands. She preferred her privacy and had her own live stock and small sections of crop for personal use. It was a small looking cottage from the outside. But it extended into the depths of the earth. Almost double the size underground than above. For now she sat on her porch, rocking softly in a wooden chair she bought a few seasons back from the towns. She was waiting for her lunch guest to arrive.

[darkwindofmagic-blog]

DarkWind materialized on the roof, perching on the gables of the human abode above Cara where she rocked. He did nothing to hdie himself, but nor did he show his face. He bent a knee to his chest and watched her with an enigmatic smile. “The great scarlet trickster,” he purred “How I have longed to make your aquientance.”

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

Cara slowly smirked and tilted her head up to see Dark wind “flattery will not earn you favour with me… I’m well aware of your own impressive lineage” she replied, her chair slowly to a halt.

[darkwindofmagic-blog]

“My impressive breeding, such as it was, can hardly compare to what you’ve done with a much more meager upbringing,” DarkWind slid from the roof and dropped onto the porch before her. “Making dirt into diamonds, such as it was.”

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

“I’m not one to brag” she hummed, her eyes raking over darkwinds form as she too, stood up. “Egos are fickle things… To little and you are stuck in a meagre life with ordinary things. Too much can get you killed.” Cara smirked and stepped closer to him. “But just the right amount can afford you the luxuries without the tricky little extras like enemies” she chuckled and flicked her hair back over her shoulder

[darkwindofmagic-blog]

“Enemies I can reckon with,” DarkWind glanced at the home. “And speaking of humble things…the stories I’ve heard of your deeds don’t seem possible from such an abode.”

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

“You should never judge something by its appearance, you know that better than most” she smirked, opening her door and gesturing for him to enter.

[darkwindofmagic-blog]

DarkWind pocketed his hands and entered the hut casually. “I wonder what else you keep hidden beneath your…appearences,” he ourred

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

“That is for me to know and for you to never see” she replied, guiding him down a narrow set of stairs. Once below ground, the true siza and awe of her home was revealed to him.

[darkwindofmagic-blog]

With a low whistle, DarkWind perused the shelves of knicknacks and fermented items. “A woman of such vast talents….what captures your interest of late?”

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

“Life…” She replied, winding through the shelves and tables till she reached the large oak one in the centre. “Life captures my interest” she said.

[darkwindofmagic-blog]

“How predictable an answer. I expected more from you,” DarkWind taunted.

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

Cara raised an eyebrow at him “I do not mean simply immortality” she snapped. “I’m referring to the very essence of an immortal” she smirked slowly at him.

[darkwindofmagic-blog]

“Curious,” he tipped his head. “And…what have you found?”

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

“I shan’t divulge my research to you until I am certain you posess knowledge or skills of use to me” she said flatly, rising an eyebrow in question.

[darkwindofmagic-blog]

“My talents are many. Perhaps I could find a means of…procuring the essence you seek,” DarkWind offered lazily.

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

"If you were to present me with a method of doing that... I would be very grateful" she replied, her tounge lingering slightly on the word 'very'

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

Partners in research

For all purpose cara lived a solitary life in the forest lands. She preferred her privacy and had her own live stock and small sections of crop for personal use. It was a small looking cottage from the outside. But it extended into the depths of the earth. Almost double the size underground than above. For now she sat on her porch, rocking softly in a wooden chair she bought a few seasons back from the towns. She was waiting for her lunch guest to arrive.

[darkwindofmagic-blog]

DarkWind materialized on the roof, perching on the gables of the human abode above Cara where she rocked. He did nothing to hdie himself, but nor did he show his face. He bent a knee to his chest and watched her with an enigmatic smile. “The great scarlet trickster,” he purred “How I have longed to make your aquientance.”

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

Cara slowly smirked and tilted her head up to see Dark wind “flattery will not earn you favour with me… I’m well aware of your own impressive lineage” she replied, her chair slowly to a halt.

[darkwindofmagic-blog]

“My impressive breeding, such as it was, can hardly compare to what you’ve done with a much more meager upbringing,” DarkWind slid from the roof and dropped onto the porch before her. “Making dirt into diamonds, such as it was.”

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

“I’m not one to brag” she hummed, her eyes raking over darkwinds form as she too, stood up. “Egos are fickle things… To little and you are stuck in a meagre life with ordinary things. Too much can get you killed.” Cara smirked and stepped closer to him. “But just the right amount can afford you the luxuries without the tricky little extras like enemies” she chuckled and flicked her hair back over her shoulder

[darkwindofmagic-blog]

“Enemies I can reckon with,” DarkWind glanced at the home. “And speaking of humble things…the stories I’ve heard of your deeds don’t seem possible from such an abode.”

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

“You should never judge something by its appearance, you know that better than most” she smirked, opening her door and gesturing for him to enter.

[darkwindofmagic-blog]

DarkWind pocketed his hands and entered the hut casually. “I wonder what else you keep hidden beneath your…appearences,” he ourred

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

“That is for me to know and for you to never see” she replied, guiding him down a narrow set of stairs. Once below ground, the true siza and awe of her home was revealed to him.

[darkwindofmagic-blog]

With a low whistle, DarkWind perused the shelves of knicknacks and fermented items. “A woman of such vast talents….what captures your interest of late?”

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

“Life…” She replied, winding through the shelves and tables till she reached the large oak one in the centre. “Life captures my interest” she said.

[darkwindofmagic-blog]

“How predictable an answer. I expected more from you,” DarkWind taunted.

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

Cara raised an eyebrow at him “I do not mean simply immortality” she snapped. “I’m referring to the very essence of an immortal” she smirked slowly at him.

[darkwindofmagic-blog]

“Curious,” he tipped his head. “And…what have you found?”

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

“I shan’t divulge my research to you until I am certain you posess knowledge or skills of use to me” she said flatly, rising an eyebrow in question.

[darkwindofmagic-blog]

“My talents are many. Perhaps I could find a means of…procuring the essence you seek,” DarkWind offered lazily.

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

"That is the part in which I have been... Stumped..." She smirked. "You see, I have developed a way to use the essence. But have yet to develop a technique of removing it intact"

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

Partners in research

For all purpose cara lived a solitary life in the forest lands. She preferred her privacy and had her own live stock and small sections of crop for personal use. It was a small looking cottage from the outside. But it extended into the depths of the earth. Almost double the size underground than above. For now she sat on her porch, rocking softly in a wooden chair she bought a few seasons back from the towns. She was waiting for her lunch guest to arrive.

[darkwindofmagic-blog]

DarkWind materialized on the roof, perching on the gables of the human abode above Cara where she rocked. He did nothing to hdie himself, but nor did he show his face. He bent a knee to his chest and watched her with an enigmatic smile. “The great scarlet trickster,” he purred “How I have longed to make your aquientance.”

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

Cara slowly smirked and tilted her head up to see Dark wind “flattery will not earn you favour with me… I’m well aware of your own impressive lineage” she replied, her chair slowly to a halt.

[darkwindofmagic-blog]

“My impressive breeding, such as it was, can hardly compare to what you’ve done with a much more meager upbringing,” DarkWind slid from the roof and dropped onto the porch before her. “Making dirt into diamonds, such as it was.”

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

“I’m not one to brag” she hummed, her eyes raking over darkwinds form as she too, stood up. “Egos are fickle things… To little and you are stuck in a meagre life with ordinary things. Too much can get you killed.” Cara smirked and stepped closer to him. “But just the right amount can afford you the luxuries without the tricky little extras like enemies” she chuckled and flicked her hair back over her shoulder

[darkwindofmagic-blog]

“Enemies I can reckon with,” DarkWind glanced at the home. “And speaking of humble things…the stories I’ve heard of your deeds don’t seem possible from such an abode.”

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

“You should never judge something by its appearance, you know that better than most” she smirked, opening her door and gesturing for him to enter.

[darkwindofmagic-blog]

DarkWind pocketed his hands and entered the hut casually. “I wonder what else you keep hidden beneath your…appearences,” he ourred

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

“That is for me to know and for you to never see” she replied, guiding him down a narrow set of stairs. Once below ground, the true siza and awe of her home was revealed to him.

[darkwindofmagic-blog]

With a low whistle, DarkWind perused the shelves of knicknacks and fermented items. “A woman of such vast talents….what captures your interest of late?”

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

“Life…” She replied, winding through the shelves and tables till she reached the large oak one in the centre. “Life captures my interest” she said.

[darkwindofmagic-blog]

“How predictable an answer. I expected more from you,” DarkWind taunted.

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

Cara raised an eyebrow at him “I do not mean simply immortality” she snapped. “I’m referring to the very essence of an immortal” she smirked slowly at him.

[darkwindofmagic-blog]

“Curious,” he tipped his head. “And…what have you found?”

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

"I shan't divulge my research to you until I am certain you posess knowledge or skills of use to me" she said flatly, rising an eyebrow in question.

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

Partners in research

For all purpose cara lived a solitary life in the forest lands. She preferred her privacy and had her own live stock and small sections of crop for personal use. It was a small looking cottage from the outside. But it extended into the depths of the earth. Almost double the size underground than above. For now she sat on her porch, rocking softly in a wooden chair she bought a few seasons back from the towns. She was waiting for her lunch guest to arrive.

[darkwindofmagic-blog]

DarkWind materialized on the roof, perching on the gables of the human abode above Cara where she rocked. He did nothing to hdie himself, but nor did he show his face. He bent a knee to his chest and watched her with an enigmatic smile. “The great scarlet trickster,” he purred “How I have longed to make your aquientance.”

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

Cara slowly smirked and tilted her head up to see Dark wind “flattery will not earn you favour with me… I’m well aware of your own impressive lineage” she replied, her chair slowly to a halt.

[darkwindofmagic-blog]

“My impressive breeding, such as it was, can hardly compare to what you’ve done with a much more meager upbringing,” DarkWind slid from the roof and dropped onto the porch before her. “Making dirt into diamonds, such as it was.”

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

“I’m not one to brag” she hummed, her eyes raking over darkwinds form as she too, stood up. “Egos are fickle things… To little and you are stuck in a meagre life with ordinary things. Too much can get you killed.” Cara smirked and stepped closer to him. “But just the right amount can afford you the luxuries without the tricky little extras like enemies” she chuckled and flicked her hair back over her shoulder

[darkwindofmagic-blog]

“Enemies I can reckon with,” DarkWind glanced at the home. “And speaking of humble things…the stories I’ve heard of your deeds don’t seem possible from such an abode.”

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

“You should never judge something by its appearance, you know that better than most” she smirked, opening her door and gesturing for him to enter.

[darkwindofmagic-blog]

DarkWind pocketed his hands and entered the hut casually. “I wonder what else you keep hidden beneath your…appearences,” he ourred

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

“That is for me to know and for you to never see” she replied, guiding him down a narrow set of stairs. Once below ground, the true siza and awe of her home was revealed to him.

[darkwindofmagic-blog]

With a low whistle, DarkWind perused the shelves of knicknacks and fermented items. “A woman of such vast talents….what captures your interest of late?”

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

“Life…” She replied, winding through the shelves and tables till she reached the large oak one in the centre. “Life captures my interest” she said.

[darkwindofmagic-blog]

“How predictable an answer. I expected more from you,” DarkWind taunted.

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

Cara raised an eyebrow at him "I do not mean simply immortality" she snapped. "I'm referring to the very essence of an immortal" she smirked slowly at him.

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

Partners in research

For all purpose cara lived a solitary life in the forest lands. She preferred her privacy and had her own live stock and small sections of crop for personal use. It was a small looking cottage from the outside. But it extended into the depths of the earth. Almost double the size underground than above. For now she sat on her porch, rocking softly in a wooden chair she bought a few seasons back from the towns. She was waiting for her lunch guest to arrive.

[darkwindofmagic-blog]

DarkWind materialized on the roof, perching on the gables of the human abode above Cara where she rocked. He did nothing to hdie himself, but nor did he show his face. He bent a knee to his chest and watched her with an enigmatic smile. “The great scarlet trickster,” he purred “How I have longed to make your aquientance.”

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

Cara slowly smirked and tilted her head up to see Dark wind “flattery will not earn you favour with me… I’m well aware of your own impressive lineage” she replied, her chair slowly to a halt.

[darkwindofmagic-blog]

“My impressive breeding, such as it was, can hardly compare to what you’ve done with a much more meager upbringing,” DarkWind slid from the roof and dropped onto the porch before her. “Making dirt into diamonds, such as it was.”

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

“I’m not one to brag” she hummed, her eyes raking over darkwinds form as she too, stood up. “Egos are fickle things… To little and you are stuck in a meagre life with ordinary things. Too much can get you killed.” Cara smirked and stepped closer to him. “But just the right amount can afford you the luxuries without the tricky little extras like enemies” she chuckled and flicked her hair back over her shoulder

[darkwindofmagic-blog]

“Enemies I can reckon with,” DarkWind glanced at the home. “And speaking of humble things…the stories I’ve heard of your deeds don’t seem possible from such an abode.”

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

“You should never judge something by its appearance, you know that better than most” she smirked, opening her door and gesturing for him to enter.

[darkwindofmagic-blog]

DarkWind pocketed his hands and entered the hut casually. “I wonder what else you keep hidden beneath your…appearences,” he ourred

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

“That is for me to know and for you to never see” she replied, guiding him down a narrow set of stairs. Once below ground, the true siza and awe of her home was revealed to him.

[darkwindofmagic-blog]

With a low whistle, DarkWind perused the shelves of knicknacks and fermented items. “A woman of such vast talents….what captures your interest of late?”

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

"Life..." She replied, winding through the shelves and tables till she reached the large oak one in the centre. "Life captures my interest" she said.

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

Partners in research

For all purpose cara lived a solitary life in the forest lands. She preferred her privacy and had her own live stock and small sections of crop for personal use. It was a small looking cottage from the outside. But it extended into the depths of the earth. Almost double the size underground than above. For now she sat on her porch, rocking softly in a wooden chair she bought a few seasons back from the towns. She was waiting for her lunch guest to arrive.

[darkwindofmagic-blog]

DarkWind materialized on the roof, perching on the gables of the human abode above Cara where she rocked. He did nothing to hdie himself, but nor did he show his face. He bent a knee to his chest and watched her with an enigmatic smile. “The great scarlet trickster,” he purred “How I have longed to make your aquientance.”

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

Cara slowly smirked and tilted her head up to see Dark wind “flattery will not earn you favour with me… I’m well aware of your own impressive lineage” she replied, her chair slowly to a halt.

[darkwindofmagic-blog]

“My impressive breeding, such as it was, can hardly compare to what you’ve done with a much more meager upbringing,” DarkWind slid from the roof and dropped onto the porch before her. “Making dirt into diamonds, such as it was.”

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

“I’m not one to brag” she hummed, her eyes raking over darkwinds form as she too, stood up. “Egos are fickle things… To little and you are stuck in a meagre life with ordinary things. Too much can get you killed.” Cara smirked and stepped closer to him. “But just the right amount can afford you the luxuries without the tricky little extras like enemies” she chuckled and flicked her hair back over her shoulder

[darkwindofmagic-blog]

“Enemies I can reckon with,” DarkWind glanced at the home. “And speaking of humble things…the stories I’ve heard of your deeds don’t seem possible from such an abode.”

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

“You should never judge something by its appearance, you know that better than most” she smirked, opening her door and gesturing for him to enter.

[darkwindofmagic-blog]

DarkWind pocketed his hands and entered the hut casually. “I wonder what else you keep hidden beneath your…appearences,” he ourred

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

"That is for me to know and for you to never see" she replied, guiding him down a narrow set of stairs. Once below ground, the true siza and awe of her home was revealed to him.

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

Partners in research

For all purpose cara lived a solitary life in the forest lands. She preferred her privacy and had her own live stock and small sections of crop for personal use. It was a small looking cottage from the outside. But it extended into the depths of the earth. Almost double the size underground than above. For now she sat on her porch, rocking softly in a wooden chair she bought a few seasons back from the towns. She was waiting for her lunch guest to arrive.

[darkwindofmagic-blog]

DarkWind materialized on the roof, perching on the gables of the human abode above Cara where she rocked. He did nothing to hdie himself, but nor did he show his face. He bent a knee to his chest and watched her with an enigmatic smile. “The great scarlet trickster,” he purred “How I have longed to make your aquientance.”

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

Cara slowly smirked and tilted her head up to see Dark wind “flattery will not earn you favour with me… I’m well aware of your own impressive lineage” she replied, her chair slowly to a halt.

[darkwindofmagic-blog]

“My impressive breeding, such as it was, can hardly compare to what you’ve done with a much more meager upbringing,” DarkWind slid from the roof and dropped onto the porch before her. “Making dirt into diamonds, such as it was.”

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

“I’m not one to brag” she hummed, her eyes raking over darkwinds form as she too, stood up. “Egos are fickle things… To little and you are stuck in a meagre life with ordinary things. Too much can get you killed.” Cara smirked and stepped closer to him. “But just the right amount can afford you the luxuries without the tricky little extras like enemies” she chuckled and flicked her hair back over her shoulder

[darkwindofmagic-blog]

“Enemies I can reckon with,” DarkWind glanced at the home. “And speaking of humble things…the stories I’ve heard of your deeds don’t seem possible from such an abode.”

[thetricksterwitch-blog]

"You should never judge something by its appearance, you know that better than most" she smirked, opening her door and gesturing for him to enter.