Date a girl who thinks she might be a goddess of the wild. Date a girl who has sharp teeth and a shaggy untameable mane of hair that goes down to her knees. Date a girl who no longer tries to comb her hair or shave her legs and arms as she’s broken every brush and razor she’s ever bought within days. Date a girl who can intimidate wild predatory animals into servitude with nothing more than a stare. Date a girl who is drawn towards the wilderness and sometimes disappears for weeks or even months sometimes, eating rabbits and deer, but is always drawn back to civilization because she misses her friends, her family, and of course, you.
Tag: animal queen
write a story about how you became the world’s most powerfull person… by accident.
- You learn about the butterfly effect in school. The concept is interesting, but not so interesting that you don’t fall asleep partway through the movie. You hear something distantly about a butterfly beating its wings and hurricanes. You think it will never apply to you.
- You know now (not then) that power comes through and from favors.
- If you had known that then you would probably not have done so many.
(This is where it starts.)
One.
There is a strange creature crossing the road behind the lecture hall. You stop on your bike and frown at it. It looks a little like a turtle, but it’s limbs are longer than any turtle you’ve ever seen. It’s stretched out on the hot asphalt, long, pale limbs clawing forward towards the small stream that runs on the other side.
You hop off your bike and gently pick the creature up, hands under the belly of the shell like you learned from the internet.
Imagine your surprise when the shell slides off the creature instead, dropping a tiny woman onto the asphalt.
“Water,” she croaks, tiny eyes screwed shut. Her eyelids are the size of yours which means they’re huge on her. “Please.”
(You will not know until later what exactly please means to the fae.)
You feel yourself move through your shock. You pick her up and take her to the water’s edge. She slips under the surface, pale skin flashing like the scales of a fish, and she’s gone.
You’d wonder if your roommate slipped you something this morning if she wasn’t back a moment later, pushing a small rock into your hands.
“A boon,” she says. Her eyes are large and black, suited for her underwater world. “For a favor.” She smiles, showing teeth jagged and sharp like a piranha.
When you blink, she’s gone.
You stare at the rock in your left hand. It’s smooth and worn from years in water, an interesting swirl of granite and quartz. “I wish I knew,” you tell it.
The rock ices over so fast that you don’t have time to drop it. The frost swirls across your skin, burning you where it touches, and you watch in horror as your skin turns a mottled black and blue.
You fall to your knees from the pain and choke on a scream as the stone sinks into you, touching your bones and sending more ice through your marrow. It climbs up your arm and touches your eye, changing you vision so now that you’re see double, a strange, blue world juxtaposed next to the one you know and love.
decorate yourself with flowers, with gold, with bones
A man told me that I was created by God to serve mankind, so I became a witch and devoured his heart.
And when devils rise from hell to take me, they shall never hold me. My touch is like hot iron and none shall ever have me: for I am the Queen of Heaven.
Half of the people on tumblr: “I talk pretty tough for someone with a soft, fluffy bunny heart full of feelings.”
Me, unable to relate: “I talk a lot about tolerance and understanding for someone who is always 2 seconds away from serious violence.”
The Carving Witch 