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 Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2022 5:50 pm
This is a private RP with my Soquili, Winifred Sanderson. Please DO NOT post without permission!
Kaya Wolf Moon's Teepee
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2022 5:58 pm
It had been far, far too long. The days of the week were slowly mixing together until one day could not be divined from the next. Time that crept and, at times, seemed to pause altogether. And what results did she have to show for this passage of time? None! Absolutely, positively none. It was as if all of her magic had withered into the same nothingness, disappearing along with time itself. How could this be? Had she done something incorrectly? She had pondered and pined, bargained and cursed. What was she without her skills…without her magic? She, the strongest of the sisters three. She, the eldest and most wondrous. She, Winifred Sanderson, the most powerful witch of her time. Without her magic, without her strength and cunning, there was simply nothing to this earthly realm. Even her sisters, bungling and foolish as they were, had sensed the difference and unease. Time and again, she had to cajole them into a separate course of conversation or distract them with utter nonsense. A tactic that worked wonders, but she found she was growing tired of it. This current state of affairs simply would not do. But what could have happened? Why her? Why now? When she was on the cusp of devising a plan that would see their powers and beauty grow.
“I suspect Cían is to thank for this,” she muttered to the empty space before her. No one was present in the abode save for her. After another morning filled with trifling conversations, Winnie had sent her sisters away on a fool’s errand. One that would keep them busy for the rest of the evening and provide her the solitude and peace she so desired. She would be able to once again contemplate her state of affairs, to examine the unfortunate circumstance she found herself in. Her first thought, of course, had been that her bumbler sisters had caused her powers to short circuit themselves. So often was she having to deal with their inept ways; however, they had their uses. They were not made entirely of idiocy. She swiftly marked them from the list of potential causes. On and on she wondered what it could be. With each suspected plot that was removed, she grew closer to the idea of it being a single individual or, rather, the work of an individual and his coven. Luanistyn Cían would find nothing more satisfying than seeing the great Winifred Sanderson brought to her knees, powerless and worse the wear. Granted, she sought the same of him.
Stallion and mare alike had been enemies since their first meeting. Both young, both idealistic in their own rights, both had been seeking to expand their knowledge of their respective magics. He fought for the light in magic while she the dark. At first meeting, it had become clear that neither would yield to the other. Too strong were the ties to dark and light. They had instead become sworn against one another, with each vowing to bring down the other in whatever way possible. Cían, the fool that he was, of course vowed that he would do so without resorting to darkness. Winnie had no intention of making such a vow, nor did she intend to end him in a kindly manner. No, his must be the most terrifying of ends. It would be dishonest of her to claim she had not thought of nearly one hundred possibilities to rid herself of the stallion. The next idea became more gruesome and painful than the last. Plenty of options, but she still had yet to decide on the perfect one. One thing she had settled on, though, was that she would need to weaken his resolve first. To do so, she would strike at his very essence, the heart of who he was. She would strike at his children. Winnie had considered marking his entire coven for destruction yet had ultimately decided against it. Not because it would not have driven him to his knees, for it certainly would have; rather, his children were his source of pride and the link to future generations. Through them, his teachings of light would flourish and spread, taking over until the dark she so loved was obliterated. She could not let that horrifying prospect come to fruition.
Winifred had been in the midst of devising her scheme to prevent this when the malaise began. It was not long after that she noticed the…difficulty she was encountering. Yes, it had to have been Luanistyn Cían who brought this upon her. “But how?” The mare wondered aloud. “What spell could he have conjured that would do something such as this?” Her state had been unheard of. How had he managed it? She clawed at the ground, scraping deep grooves in the earth. She began to pace as she pondered. Pondered as she paced. If she could discover what he had done, perhaps she could repay the favor and rebound the spell onto him.
WC: 834
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Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2022 5:55 pm
How long she traversed the path from one side of the abode to the other she could not say. Her musings ebbed and waned, springing forth at an instant before receding just as quickly. She must discern how that wretched Cían had ensnared her in this unknown spell. Once she could do that, it would then be a matter of performing the appropriate counterspell. The moment she was freed and her powers restored in full…well, he would know her wrath. Winifred would make it her most coveted goal to discover the incantation he used so that she might turn it back onto him; only, she would visit it upon him one hundred fold. There was no one in this mortal realm who could trifle with her and hope to remain unscathed. No one indeed, she scoffed and flicked her head. Winifred Sanderson would not be denied her due vengeance.
She spun about to begin her next trek across the floor. A small groove was starting to wear into the dirt where she had thus far trod. It was as she took a step forward that she thought a voice called to her. Winnie halted her movement, listening intently for the sound. She was rewarded with the distant call once again. ‘Twas her sisters. “How could they possibly be back so soon?” The mare heaved a weary sigh. She had to put up with far too much. She wondered briefly if she should ignore them but, alas, they would likely keep calling out until she conceded. It was better to deal with their nonsense now while she was not wound up.
Stepping from the dwelling, Winifred peered around in search of her sisters. Tree to tree, stone to stone, she caught not a glimpse of the younger Sandersons. “Where are–” She, of course, meant to ask “where are they” but the rest of her question lodged in her throat. For something odd had caught her attention. Had not the day been dawning when she sent her sisters on their errands? Had she not seen the rising of the sun as it crested the horizon, taking over the sky from the moon? Another glorious, sickening morning had passed into noontime, of this she was as certain as she was her own name. And yet…and yet the day had darkened. The brilliance of the sun all but gone, save for the dimmest and weakest of light. This was no work of a storm. Winnie turned her gaze skyward. “Odsbodikins!” What was it she was witnessing? A shadow had inched its way across the sun, blocking its golden hue with a deep blackness. The entire earth was shrouded in a nearly all-encompassing darkness…the likes of which Winifred had never before seen.
“Marvelous,” she cooed. “Simply marvelous!” The witch would have never imagined she would bear witness to such a spectacle. Could this be one of the events Mother had told them about? It seemed familiar in that regard, as if some small, forgotten bit of knowledge imparted to her had awakened. “An eclipse…” Winifred breathed the word with an air of awe. Yes, that is what Mother had called it. A rare moment where the sun is overtaken by the moon. A moment where light is shadowed in dark. A moment where dark at last reigns supreme. Here, in her hour of greatest upset, this phenomenon occurred. With that being the case, Winnie understood it for what it was- a sign. A sign that she need not worry as she had been doing. A sign that all would be well for her, that her powers would come back in due course and hopefully stronger than ever. Yes, it was a sign of grand things to come for the Sandersons. The eldest of the sisters smiled. “Dark has bound light…What a befitting omen.” Just as the moon had overpowered the sun, so too would she do the same to Luanistyn Cían and his ilk. Evil would destroy good. The heavens had pledged it to be.
Feeling a sense of relief, Winifred drew in a breath then released it. She spared one final appreciative look to the darkened orb overhead before flouncing back inside. There were preparations to be made. She must no longer allow her plans to be hindered, not even by herself. She must be ready to proceed the instant her powers were regained. “So much to do…,” she said in a sing-song voice as she flitted about. “So much good to destroy.” And destroy it she would…one soul at a time. The living had better take heed of that ominous feeling pouring over the land. For the eclipse was heralding in a new age of darkness and chaos, and Winifred would be leading it.
FIN
WC: 791
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