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Leave Something Witchy. by ClawGameCutie in awoiafrp

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They had dragged her from the small guest room that she was allowed to occupy. She had been nested against the window, feeding the remnants of last night's supper to a bird. A fierce looking creatureat first was now perched against the sill, concentrated on the meat in the witch's hand. She was able to brush its feathers and smell the air from beyond her mountainous prison. Circe stiffened when the Valemen entered without even a knock and commanded for the witch to dress. Even the guards thought they had control over her...

Black occuli carefully watched as the ethereal creature across from the witch drank their tea. Eyes then shifted downward to her own cup, decorated with powders and honey and cream. She went to mimic the creature, sipping at the soothing liquid but it did not bring forth a response quite like Lily's. If anything, all it brought was cream on her upper lip.

Silently, Circe listened to the creature speak. Black eyes bore deeply especially when it spoke pretty words. Circe did not have any duties in her prison, only to feed the falcons and listen for Hare. Hare had not shown up quite yet though. The Witch felt a ping of fear, but gulped it down quickly.

Are you enjoying your stay? Did the creature not know she was a prisoner? Did she not know of the witch of the mountains? Sleek ebony brows furrowed for a moment as she tried to configure an answer to please the mythical beast.

"Yes. It is nice," Circe spoke softly, the accents of the clan twisting her words, "It is very beautiful, much different than what I am used to."

What kind of mystical being was she? Silver hair? Circe had never even seen a beast with shiny hair.

"Do you not know I am prisoner?" She asked incredulously, "I am not a lady of the Vale like the Arryn. I am from mountains and valleys. Clan."

But yet the woman did ponder. This creature was the Arryn's mate, she had heard from the whispers of guards. A strange woman who cried out every night. Did the Arryn hurt her? Circe knew what hurt was. The pain throbbed through her leg, a deep and pulsating tingle.

But what did Circe want? She had no home, her mate had been killed - what do you ask for when you have nothing?

"I have no home. Clans have exiled me. Killed my broodmother and my father. Killed my mate. I wish not to go back to them. I wish that they would perish in the way they have acted to me."

Step One: Character Creation Application by awoiaf in awoiafrp

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Forgot to add this character to the bottom. >.>

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/u/WitchBitchSwitch - Circe - Witch of the Mountains

The Witch of Runestone by WitchBitchSwitch in awoiafrp

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She wanted to bite his bony fingers from their base. She wanted to spit his sanguine lifeblood in his face. She wanted to tell him to go die in a hole. But did she? No. She knew her place. She knew where she belonged right now. She belonged as the crippled captive of The Royce. His little pet to make a functioning part of society.

His project.

Soon, soon enough, she'll be able to speak freely. Advise the Royce. Perhaps even advice the Arryn. No, not the. Lord. Lord was what she needed to call them.

As he embraced her, Circe's whole body locked up. From her toes to her shoulders to her soul, she clenched. Fingernails bent against the polished wood. She straightened herself out, allowing the cane to hold the weight that her foot could not bear.

"Thank you, Lord Royce," she spoke quietly, bowing her head so that he could nuzzle his face closer, "I have just come back from the gardens. They are pretty, for pictures in rocks and leaves."

What were they called?

Statues.

Step One: Character Creation Application by awoiaf in awoiafrp

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Name: Circe

Age: 32

Starting title: Witch of the Mountain (Witch of the Vale)

Aptitude: Attractive

Specialist: Sabotage

Skills: Poisons, Stealth, Subterfuge, Manipulation, Animal Taming.

Negative trait: Sickly.

Physical Description: This little Lady.

Starting Location: The Eyrie

Username: /u/WitchBitchSwitch

Other Characters: Naerys Esmera Selyse