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Willow
Mar 26, 2013 23:47:04 GMT -5
Post by Willow on Mar 26, 2013 23:47:04 GMT -5
Name: Willow
Age: somewhere between 150 and 200
Height: 5' 10"
Eye color: green
Hair color: red with silver highlights
Personality:
Willow is laid back for the most part, and always willing to lend a helping hand to her friends. She laughs easy.
Background: at the age of 16 Willow decided to pursue a magickal path. Initiation into her coven consisted of a three year long soul search in the Wild, where she met her Lord and Lady. She gained much wisdom from the journey, but when she returned, her entire coven had been slaughtered by witch hunters. That night her Lord and Lady visited her, bestowing a destiny of revenge upon her soul.
She had spent decades tracking down her coven's murderers, but complications arose and her soul was cursed. Now tainted with a twisted version of immortality, Willow travels the world, always searching.
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Willow
Mar 27, 2013 10:32:35 GMT -5
Post by Willow on Mar 27, 2013 10:32:35 GMT -5
Willow pulled herself onto the ledge of the cave with a grunt, blood dripping from the corner of her mouth. Her broken leg had made the climb much more difficult, but her Lord and Lady moved her life with purpose, so she wasn't about to complain. The cave was spacious,echoing her panting and huffing as she leaned her forehead against the cool stone. "Almost... Almost..." She picked up her staff, leaning on it heavily, and started towards the back of the cave. With a murmured spell, a ball of light floated before her, illuminating her path.
After much time had passed, Willow came to a shallow brook, the water bubbling along on its way. She drank gratefully, and cleaned her many injuries. Her Lady had came to her in a vision an shown her the cave, and without question she had embarked for it. There was a whispering making its way to her ears, calling her forward, and she complied. Grunting, she forced herself back to her feet, and crossed the water. Suddenly the cave lit up, and altar and two thrones appeared on the far side of the cavern. Seated opposite her were The Lord and Lady, and the sight took her breath away. With a smile the Lady mended Willow's leg.
Overcome with amazement, Willow ran forward, kneeling before them. "My Lady! My Lord! I have come."
Nodding, The Lord tilted her face up to look at him. His face was kindness, gentle features and caring eyes. "Today will be a last day for you, Willow. We have much to impart with you, and you must be strong."
Willow nodded, urgency spreading through her veins. "Yes, my Lord, anything." He touched the spot between her eyes and suddenly Willow was engulfed in darkness.
What she knew next was pain, unending and unforgiving
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Willow
Mar 27, 2013 13:19:21 GMT -5
Post by Willow on Mar 27, 2013 13:19:21 GMT -5
Some time later Willow became aware she was conscience, the pain in her body so intense each breath felt like an explosion. Darkness surrounded her, pressing into her skin, sinking into her core. A rumbling shook the darkness, and Willow called out in a raspy whisper. "Kill me. I am without magick. I am nothing... Kill me..." And it was true, the absence of her powers caused her very soul to whither. The growling grew, until a hot, musky breath was upon her face.
With a snort the creature lifted Willow's body. She whimpered pitifully as it carried her away. In the distance she heard the soft sounds of the brook. Fear crept into her mind slowly, unsure what was about to happen. Without warning the beast dropped her into the water, and she sank like a rock.
Willow screamed, a primal sound reaching out into the darkness. And surprisingly it carried, and she could breathe. The pain began to melt away as her magick came back to her. A thin outline of her Lord and Lady hovered in front of her, their faces a mix of sorrow and happiness.
"You have done well, daughter. You are strong indeed." The Lady touched Willow's face gently.
"And you must continue to be strong." The Lord held out his hand, and the darkness condensed to his palm. "You are to keep a balance in the world, Willow."
The Lady kissed Willow, her velvet lips warm against the witch's skin. "I impart the gift of life to you, daughter. And with your kiss, possibility and potential abound."
The Lord stood in front of her, the darkness a swirling ball in his palm. "And I impart the truth of death with you, daughter. May you give others its humble embrace." He looked mournfully down at the youn woman. "You have suffered, dear, but I must ask you to suffer a while more." He pressed the darkness to her chest.
The beast plucked her from the depth, its claws shredding her shoulders, but it was a dull throb compared to the mutilation her soul and mind from the darkness. She was vaguely aware of the beast tossing her to the ground, the sharp 'crack' of her skull against the stone...
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Willow
Mar 27, 2013 13:38:14 GMT -5
Post by Willow on Mar 27, 2013 13:38:14 GMT -5
Her vision blurred as she dipped a finger in her own blood. The beast, a cross between a bear and a crocodile, growled a few feet away. Slowly she wrote a word... Then another... Until her blood had stained the stone floor.
"Life looked down upon the world,
and with sorrow and curiosity, asked Death
'Why do they love me, yet shun you, brother?'
And Death smiled, replying 'They love you
for you are a sweet lie,
and I am the harsh reality.'
When Willow awoke again, she was miles away from the mountain cave, far from the beast and her Lord and Lady... A fairy stopped her morning routine of flower-smelling to mend her wounds. Willow never looked back.
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