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green eyes narrow at his hint. not in malice but in curiosity. maybe a little understanding. her pale, lightly freckled face holds that same wonderment as she searches his gaze. eyes darting back and forth. nearly the same picture of someone reading words off a page. there's little trust in her towards those who hint at cryptic meanings. mainly something driven into her from the moment she was born. trust no one who comes from the outside. you ne'er know what intentions they may bring. a lonely life. years of solitude are packed into the warning. birdie finds company in the woods around her often. trees, spirits, animals. but human company? aside from those she meets when she goes into the towns her family inhabits? only a sparse handful now and then.

yet..?

she studies his face. and it's a good face. years have marked it with the lines of knowledge and experience. salt and pepper hair frame it in handsome curls that the wind catches lightly. his voice is soothing. the color of his eyes? she can see a sky that goes on forever in them. they hold many-a-memories in their age. ones that go well beyond the years. and she senses him. they are not like everyone else. not like the travelers and hikers that move through the mountains searching for beauty and mystery. they're something more. made from the same type of magic that consists of dark and light and shadows far older than both.

"no. i'm in no hurry.." not anymore.

hmmm. she'll go with him. because of her curiosity. perhaps a bit of her loneliness. and the ease with which he carries himself. sure. but not scared. lightly. but not sneakily. she begins to walk with him. bared toes move over stone and twigs and grass all the same. her hands find the pockets of her skirts. who would sew skirts without these? a masochist.

upon entering his home, an appreciative hum comes from her throat at the smell of coffee and something fresh from the oven. she gives the cottage a look over. what she can see from her vantage point upon joining him. "i come and go from these woods. from my home here. i know you've been here for a while.. but how long? this looks comfortable. what i would've imagined." she offers him a small smile as the fingertips of her right hand trace over the tabletop. "from speaking with you in the short amount of time, i guess." a smile lifts her tone.

CAIN MIGHT HAVE OVERREACTED. In retrospect, let himself guide by old habits not insignificantly influenced by paranoia that anyone is out to provoke him. She meets his gaze and grimness gradually wanes from his mien; almost leaving him apologetic. The woman he suspects to be a witch who exudes an air vaguely resembling that of fellow demons, appears as nonconfrontation as it gets. Well, didn't he aim to become a little more sociable? This is an opportunity, with questions hanging above their heads no less.

" Oh, I wasn't referring to this place. " Cue an upturn of one brow, more of a twitch. Fleeting. " Nor anything remotely close to recent years. " The more than clear hint toward his immortality dropped, he blinks to sway his attention back in the direction he came from.

Everything on the farm seems calm again. It wasn't her presence alone which caused unrest, obviously, so he ponders for a moment after she mentions solitude plus a potentially missed chance to seek answers. " Fine, I'll bite ", he mutters ere regarding the stranger again. " This might turn into a longer conversation, so... " With one hand briefly gestures to the path— as an invitation, sort of, to join him. " Unless you are in a hurry to travel back home, be my guest. "

She mentioned being on her way, after all. And he's not exactly desperate for company, but the questions coursing through his mind are reason enough to place an offer. Either with or without her does he return to his house. Should she come along, the smell of freshly baked bread will greet her upon entering... and brewed coffee. He hasn't had his morning dose, yet.

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green eyes watch him ready himself to go. her hands disappear into the folds of her skirt. layers and layers of fabric muddied by the forest floor at their bottom hems. red hair caught by fingertips is pushed behind her ear. attention briefly juts up to the birds as they scatter overhead. she steps backwards. intent upon leaving. because she knows she is neither welcome here or should be here. interrupting his peace and solitude and whatever parts of himself cain is attempting to find in endless quiet and the soft murmur of farm animals and birds and wind in the background as static.

there's harmony here. she won't break it apart.

but she stops as she sees that near-turn come to an abrupt end. he swings back to her. lovely eyes touching her gaze once more. birdie's head cocks to the side--brows lift as he mentions she seems familiar. does he know her family? know her kind? ...know that in so many ways? he feels the same. that she's been in his presence closer than peeking at him through branches and bushes. always in passing. never once noticed..or so she thinks..until now. unless? perhaps he's seen her and believed her to be nothing more than a figment of his imagination.

her mouth forms around words that take a moment to come. then her smile follows the attempts before she tosses a glance over his shoulder towards the farm. their eyes meet again and she lowers her chin. "depending on how long you've been here? or where you are from? we might've met in passing. or perhaps you've met my family. we've come and gone from here and the areas around here quite often. there's more of us than only me.. though i'm the only one here at the moment."

does that make sense? she wonders.

"you seem familiar. a face that sticks." a pointer finger taps at her temple. then slender arms cross over her middle and she wraps both around herself. "...i suppose we may never know... if you still seek your solitude."

So much for the harmony, light filtering through morning dew boughs where silence reigned until now. A brief rustling of leaves betrays the animals scared away, whereas Cain pays them no mind. Focused on the stranger. Blame his unfavorable experience with unwanted guests that he approaches her in a rather gruff tone, be it namely because of his alarmed animals. But what he's greeted by doesn't exactly scream danger. Birdie's calm demeanor in addition helps to ease his own some. Yet, he scrutinizes the stranger... something about her seems familiar. He can't put his finger on it, though. And it might unnerve him more than he'd like to admit.

" You see, I hadn't even noticed that someone is here if whatever you did here... ", he trails off, glancing around. No signs here for any rituals held, no tingles of incantation bristling in the air around him— strange. Visible disbelief creases his brows. " Wouldn't have upset my cattle. " Matter of fact delivered in flat tones, he restores previously severed eye contact. And makes an effort to let nonchalance replace that accusing grimness across his mien. Maybe he was too harsh in his approach. Then again, who can guarantee that she's not simply incredibly good at quickly undoing traces? Cain intends to leave it at that for now, given Birdie mentioned being on her way home after all.

But upon half-pivoting on his heel does he stall nonetheless, the sound of twigs snapping under his boots sending a couple birds above into flight. Attention briefly averted, he must appear like realization struck him the moment his eyes land on her once more, squinting. " I fail to shake this... call it an inkling, that we've met before. " During times when he saw through the curse's lens, perhaps; might very well be possible that he and the knights marched to Salem, among countless other places. To cause bloodshed. Traumatize generations.

Some of those screams and faces still haunt him to this day. Ironic, because the memories themselves? Mostly a blurred, indecipherable mess. Maybe she's not even real. Maybe she didn't live during that time. Too many Maybes.

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@murderdeals || meme continuation || from here.

she watches the exchange from a safe distance. green eyes narrowed on the scene as it plays out. this man has a group of infesting parasites attacking him relentlessly. most normal men would've fallen by now. she knows the strength of the monsters with their gaping maws and horrible teeth. they've crossed paths in the woods and, well, she is the one standing here. not them. however. it wasn't with her bare hands that she was able to put them down. it was something else. that part of her that remains tucked away. out of view. out of detection from anyone. unless they come searching.

her fingers twitch at her side--it's then that she notices one of the creatures coming at the other from a blind spot. her heart leaps into action as the blade she now holds in her hand, aged beyond her tears but deadly sharp, glints in the light. she's running forward before either one of them have a chance to see her coming. metal cuts through the air, through bone and skin and sinew. one clean swipe and she's left standing there. into crowley's eyes, red hair falling around her shoulders--her face speckled with blackish red.

birdie steps back allowing him to adjust his lapels and coat. the blade is cleaned off on the hem of a flowing patchwork skirt. she'll get the stains out later. tapered brow lifts. her head tilts to the side. you'd damn near imagine her ears lifting like some bewildered dog. scotland rolls off her tongue. thick. heavy. "you owe me nothing. those? are a nuisance. and have been haunting the woods (my woods) outside of town for too long. it's my pleasure to put a few more out of my misery.." she appears thoughtful.

"are you lost..?" he looks as though he wandered this way on his way into salem. one of the people who'd go there searching for haunted places. magic and lore. (yes. she just wondered if he is a tourist who shouldn't be tourist-ing out this far..)

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@murderdeals || a meme continuation || from here.

leaves and dirt between her toes. a soft, plush pathway that cuts through familiar woods she has called her own for many years. fingertips dance against thick bark as she passes by one tree after another. green eyes gaze towards the fields just past the forest line where a farm's been haunting this place for years now. there's peace here. in the quiet early morning with the sun dotting through a canopy of plush leaves overhead. streaks of white yellow sunshine cut through the mists. it's beautiful. harmonic. perfect the way it is. untouched by time. tended to with care.

she's come and gone as she pleases. drifting through this landscape on her way to this or that place she calls home. whether it be a small cottage miles from here. or somewhere else in another part of these vast woods completely. or a little home in salem, massachusetts that houses her family and those like her. but these woods? she prefers them. where she can come and go undetected. unbothered.

until today.

she's watching a doe tend to her foal inside the protection of a blackberry bush so big that it's formed a home when she hears footsteps approach. her first idea is to dash away. quickly. but that would only disturb the deer. birdie's hands wring into the fabric of a well-crafted but weather worn patchwork skirt. she turns, lifting her finger and pressing it against her lips to gesture for the man to be quiet. he ignores her and sends both mother and child running into the woods. a scowl mars her face when she turns her attention back to him.

she's seen him before. rather the form of him. past the trees. never once approaching but watching. til he was out of earshot. then she'd disappear. "your property," she asks--her voice thick with an accent out of place. one born from an ocean away in the moors this place reminds her so much of. "ah. yes. yes. i am quite happily on my way home. thank you. but this patch of woods? i'm very fond of. you say they belong to you?" a smile. like she damn near sympathizes with him. "i suppose i would be protective if they were mine, too. pity. you're certain we can't share? my woods and your woods."

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yes okay!

// this blog is basically set up! now?? i'ma go chill. yay for getting something done. cause the brain sure as heck wasn't working for the most part once i took that damn codeine. but.. i'm not coughing! so there's that??

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I am free.

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"I'M SORRY, I JUST HAD TO FIND YOU" PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue for those desperate times when you just have to see them, no matter what anyone else says, adjust as necessary

i couldn't wait another minute apart from you.

did you expect me to just wait around for you to show up?

i did everything i could to find you.

i thought i did a pretty good job covering my tracks.

they helped me track you down.

i needed to see you.

they can't hurt us anymore.

i come all this way to see you, and this is the greeting i get?

i thought you'd be glad to see me.

it took me forever to find you.

how long have you been looking for me?

it's safer for the both of us if we stop seeing each other.

i thought i told you not to find me.

this was for your own good, you know. i leave, and you stay there, unharmed.

can we find somewhere private to talk?

they said if i left, they wouldn't hurt you.

been searching for you for months, believe it or not.

you weren't supposed to expect me.

this was going to be a surprise.

they can't stop me from seeing you.

would you please let me inside?

tell me where you are, or i'll figure it out myself.

i'm not going to let them prevent us from being together.

you and i... we have to be together. no matter what.

you sure don't make it easy to follow you.

i've been tracking you for miles.

so you're real. the legends are true.

you're pretty good at covering your tracks.

i started asking around, and they pointed me in the right direction.

i got your letter and came as fast as i could.

i can reach your window if i climb this tree.

give me a clue. anything. tell me where you're hiding.

think you could come around back and unlock the door for me?

hey. it's me. would you please let me in?

you're the one they speak about, the one that can fix things.

i know i'm not what you expected.

i couldn't wait another minute.

it's starting to rain. why don't you come inside for a minute?

lecture me later. for now, let's appreciate this time we have together.

i know this looks bad, but... i just had to see you.

they think they can stop me from seeing you.

i don't want to leave your side, not for a minute.

the path was treacherous, but the reward was worth every second.

i'd do anything to find you.

i wanted to find you and thank you for what you did for me.

you're taking a big risk by finding me.

you told me to look for you, and so i did.

is there a key to this door?

we're not supposed to be seen together.

i'm going to get you out of there. just hang on.

when i came looking for you, i didn't expect to find you like this.

they told me you had all the answers. they said you could fix things if i tracked you down.

i've been on your trail for weeks now.

it's safer if we're not seen together.

who told you where i was? was it [name]?

i didn't want you to find me like this.

why do you want to hide from me?

we're stronger if we're together.

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VARIOUS SETTINGS / LOCATIONS PROMPTS *  location based prompts for starters, adjust as necessary

[ 01 ] a crowded masquerade party, on the dance floor

[ 02 ] the narrow space between two dusty bookshelves

[ 03 ] a shady spot in the sand under a boat dock

[ 04 ] the cereal aisle of a neighborhood cornerstore

[ 05 ] a one-stall, one-sink bathroom in a noisy bar

[ 06 ] standing next to the only car in an otherwise-empty parking lot

[ 07 ] a field of ready-to-pick corn, the stalks making it impossible to see the space around you

[ 08 ] the sun-dappled, grassy edge of a small lake

[ 09 ] intermission at a broadway show

[ 10 ] seated beside each other at a nail salon

[ 11 ] a desolate field in the middle of nowhere, just before a rainstorm

[ 12 ] a lonely bus stop at 2am

[ 13 ] the garden center of a home improvement store

[ 14 ] the only two people at a hotel bar on new year's

[ 15 ] on a bench beside a large fountain and its lit-up water display

[ 16 ] the messy chaos of an all-you-can-eat buffet

[ 17 ] a city rooftop with lightning in the distance

[ 18 ] a rusty fire escape

[ 19 ] inside an ice cream shop

[ 20 ] at the entrance of a lost temple in the middle of a thick jungle

[ 21 ] the waiting area of a busy doctor's office

[ 22 ] a city street teeming with news vehicles, camera crews, and reporters

[ 23 ] a hammock on the beach strung between two palm trees

[ 24 ] a locked door. the key is under the mat

[ 25 ] the large, ornate rotunda of an official building

[ 26 ] an empty, run-down subway car

[ 27 ] the only gas station for miles

[ 28 ] an airport café during the breakfast rush

[ 29 ] a wine tasting event for couples

[ 30 ] the cliffside overlooking a magnificent, roaring waterfall

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starter call 2.0   feel free to combine prompts !

for  a  happy  starter .

for  a  melancholy  starter .

for  an  excited  starter .

for  an  angry  starter .

for  a  soft  starter .

for  a  silly  starter .

for  an  angsty  starter .

for  a  violent  starter .

for  a  romantic  starter .

for  a  sexual  starter .

for  a  comforting  starter .

for  a  threatening  starter .

for  an  argumentative  starter .

for  an  action / adventure  starter .

for  a  flirtatious  starter .

for  a  loving  starter .

for  a  hostile  starter .

for  an  envious  starter .

for  a  fearful  starter .

for  an  injured / sick  starter .

for  an  urgent  starter .

for  a  celebratory  starter .

for  a  reunion  starter .

for  a  lazy  starter .

for  a  protective  starter .

for  a  domestic  starter .

for  an  intimate  starter .

for  a  weather - based  starter .

for  a  surprised  starter .

for  a  malicious  starter .

for  an  illegal  starter .

for  a  concerned  starter .

for  a  tense  starter .

for  a  sentimental  starter .

for  a  hopeful  starter .

for  a  hopeless  starter .

for  a  guilty  starter .

for  an  embarrassed  starter .

for  an  anxious  starter .

for  a  desperate  starter .

for  a  disappointed  starter .

for  an  aggressive  starter .

for  a  cautious  starter .

for  an  impulsive  starter .

for  a  resentful  starter .

for  a  suspicious  starter .

for  a  conflicted  starter .

for  a  provoked  starter .

for  an  awkward  starter .

for  a  dishonest  starter .

for  a  fatigued  starter .

for  a  grateful  starter .

for  a  flustered  starter .

for  a  vulnerable  starter .

for  a  manipulative  starter .

for  a  professional  starter .

for  a  mischievous  starter .

for  a  relieved  starter .

for  a  cooperative  starter .

for  an  uncooperative  starter .

for  a  moody  starter .

for  an  impatient  starter .

for  a  competitive  starter .

for  an  encouraging  starter .

for  a  sensual  starter .

for  an  interrupted  starter .

for  a  clumsy  starter .

for  a  tearful  starter .

for  an  affectionate  starter .

for  a  cozy  starter .

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a comprehensive list of scenarios

feel free to combine multiple prompts or add  “ + reverse ”  to switch roles !   for reference, the one sending in the prompt is the one committing the action.

1.  GUEST :  for one muse to offer the other a place to stay. 2.  STORM :  for both muses to find shelter from a severe storm. 3.  MEDIC :  for one muse to show up at the other’s doorstep injured. 4.  SURPRISE :  for one muse to come home and find the other already inside. 5.  TRIP :  for both muses to road trip or travel together. 6.  BABYSIT :  for one muse to help the other home while they’re drunk. 7.  INSOMNIA :  for one muse to find the other still awake at 3am. 8.  AMBUSH :  for both characters to come under attack by the same enemy. 9.  DANCE :  for one muse to ask the other to dance at a party. 10.  STRANDED :  for one muse to help the other who’s stranded on the road. 11.  SERVICE :  for one muse to cover the cost of something for the other. 12.  SAFEGUARD :  for one muse to save the other from being hit by a vehicle or from some other life-threatening event. 13.  DAZE :  for one muse to wake somewhere and find the other hovering over them. 14.  STOWAWAY :  for one muse to find the other hiding on the same ship. 15.  TAXI :  for both muses to share the same taxi ride. 16.  MAKEOVER :  for one muse to help the other with a new outfit or hairstyle. 17.  LIFEGUARD :  for one muse to rescue the other from drowning. 18.  DISASTER :  for both muses to work together to escape a fire, flood, or other disaster. 19.  TRANSIT :  for one muse to sit next to the other on a public transport. 20.  SPRAIN :  for one muse to carry the other after spraining their ankle. 21.  EMPLOY :  for one muse to be hired as the other’s bodyguard, tutor, assistant, etc. 22.  QUEST :  for one muse to help the other with a task in exchange for compensation. 23.  SOOTHE :  for one muse to calm the other during a panic attack. 24.  RECOVER :  for one muse to return the other’s lost belonging. 25.  UMBRELLA :  for one muse to share their umbrella with the other on a rainy day. 26.  HEAL :  for one muse to nurse the other back to health from a sickness or injury. 27.  NIGHTMARE :  for one muse to comfort the other after a nightmare. 28.  REUNION :  for one muse to run into the other again after a long time. 29.  PRIZE :  for one muse to win the other a prize at a carnival. 30.  NUDE :  for one muse to walk in on the other while they’re changing. 31.  BED :  for both muses to wake in the same bed, naked or fully clothed. 32.  TRAIL :  for one muse to notice the other has been following them. 33.  EVADE :  for one muse to pull the other into an alleyway to escape their pursuer. 34.  THIEF :  for one muse to confront the other after having something stolen by them. 35.  CAUGHT :  for one muse to walk in on the other singing / dancing. 36.  FESTIVE :  for both muses to decorate for a special occasion. 37.  PRESENT :  for one muse to give the other a  (birthday)  gift. 38.  WEARY :  for one muse to wake up after falling asleep on the other. 39.  CAPTIVE :  for one muse to hold the other against their will. 40.  SNAP :  for one muse to yell at or push the other out of frustration. 41.  SLEEPOVER :  for one muse to stay the night at the other’s place. 42.  TRESPASS :  for one muse to trespass on the other’s property. 43.  BREAK-IN :  for one muse to discover the other robbing their place. 44.  MERCY :  for both muses to come across an injured animal. 45.  UNKNOWN :  for both muses to wake and find themselves in a strange place. 46.  ACCOMPLICE :  for one muse to assist the other at the scene of a crime. 47.  ASTRAY :  for both muses to take a detour and lose their way. 48.  RELAX :  for both muses to share a hot tub or hot spring. 49.  MUSE :  for one muse to model for the other’s art project. 50.  ACCOMPANY :  for one muse to give the other an extra ticket to an event. 51.  SALVAGE :  for one muse to retrieve the other’s belongings from a thief. 52.  MEAL :  for both muses to prepare and share a meal together. 53.  CEMETERY :  for one muse to find the other at a gravestone. 54.  REFUGE :  for one muse to shelter the other from enemies. 55.  ARRANGED :  for both muses to date or marry out of convenience. 56.  FAVOR :  for one muse to owe the other a favor. 57.  VACATION :  for both muses to book the same hotel on vacation. 58.  DEFEND :  for one muse to save the other from one or multiple assailants. 59.  CATCH :  for one muse to return the other’s pet that escaped. 60.  RESTRICTED :  for both muses to sneak into someplace they’re not supposed to be.

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🐝  *  ―  𝑵𝑶𝑵-𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺. (  some triggering content ahead. add " + " to reverse the action.  )

[ wipe ] sender wipes away receiver's tears [ hurt ] sender hurts receiver with words [ lonely ] sender finds receiver alone in a dark room [ wounded ] sender patches up receiver's wounds [ crying ] sender finds receiver crying [ help ] sender runs to receiver when they scream for help [ nightmare ] sender wakes receiver up from a nightmare [ dying breath ] sender talks to receiver before dying [ hold on ] sender pulls receiver into their arms [ anger ] sender takes their anger out on receiver [ argue ] sender gets into a heated argument with receiver [ scared ] sender scares receiver [ sick ] sender cares for receiver while they are sick [ palm ] sender places a hand on receiver to stop them from doing something [ fight ] sender gets into a physical fight with receiver [ comfort ] sender tries to comfort receiver [ blood ] sender notices that receiver is bleeding [ collapse ] sender collapses into receiver's arms [ pressure ] sender puts pressure on receiver's wound [ slap ] sender slaps receiver in the face [ panic ] sender helps receiver through a panic attack [ lie ] sender catches receiver in a lie [ sobs ] sender sobs uncontrollably while receiver holds them [ hiding ] sender finds out that receiver has hidden an injury from them [ death ] sender just died, receiver finds out [ chin up ] sender lifts receiver's chin to stop them from hiding their tears [ fears ] sender talks to receiver about their fears [ scream ] sender screams at receiver [ coping ] sender teaches receiver some coping mechanisms [ loss ] sender is there for receiver after they've lost someone important to them [ needs ] sender asks receiver what they need [ bullet ] sender takes a bullet for receiver [ bruises ] sender finds bruises of unknown origin on receiver [ rainfall ] sender finds receiver out alone in the rain [ hospital ] sender wakes up in a hospital bed and finds receiver sitting by their bedside [ intrude ] sender walks in on receiver treating their wounds [ calming ] sender tries to calm down receiver [ inspection ] sender holds receiver's face while inspecting an injury they got [ rescue ] sender carries receiver to safety [ clean ] sender cleans blood off of receiver's body

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OR WHERE YOU FIND HER (VERSES).

CANON (SUPERNATURAL). birdie is among a group of natural witches who come from a line of witches that made a pact with a demon in 807 AD when their land was under threat of invasion. she, currently, resides in the appalachian mountain area of the east coast and can be found in various parts of it underneath various roles. from phantom haunting a local woods, to the town's rumored witch that inhabits an abandoned house in the woods and has turned it into her own, to a hippy that lives on her own off somewhere no one cares to bother with--she doesn't have a story of her own that sticks. only that sticks to the town she's nearest.

as do the others of her family that circle in the same area. it is unclear if they are near her or not. they may be a local legend nearby. or just out of sight. or nowhere close at all.

due to her nature and stand-offish way, she has been the source of several reports that peg on the hunter radar from time to time. whether it be a haunting. or a ritualistic sacrifice??? did she do it? was it her family? was it someone else entirely? to a report of a witch in the area. birdie has never been photographed clearly or pegged down long enough to be the one pegged for what's happening. she's just the local weirdo, or ghost, or whatever the town think she is..

..and she just might be curious enough about who you are to come closer..

OTHERS COMING SOON!

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AND WHICH VERSION OF HER YOU SEE (STATS).

name: birdie lyell (last name isn't important) age: appears 23+ hometown: appalachian mountains area, northeast u.s. birthplace: the moors, scotland height: 5'7" faceclaim: alyda grace, florence welch (depends on how she appears which is gauged off your character.) voice: heavily accented scottish vibe: ghostly, otherworldly, a phantom in the woods, witchy, the maiden, the mother, the crone, long sleeves billowing in the wind, fingers stretching towards the moon, bare feet dancing in the grass, a song carried on the wind you can't make out the words to, candles flickering inside a mossy & damp tree, petrichor, dried leaves crunching under your feet, the colors of fall, flame red hair illuminated by the sparks from a ritual pyre. she's there and she's gone. blood that will never leave your mouth or wash clean.

species: natural witch / demon blooded canon divergence: human witch, adapted to fit other fandoms fandoms: original lore adapted to kripke's supernatural. the walking dead. true blood. the crow. and many others. willing to write in just about anything!

powers: coming soon! will tone down or write differently depending on fandom. but expect the ability to appear as two different versions of herself. a younger version and an older version. (alyda grace, florence welch) her face claims may change but she will always appear as a red haired younger 21 -25ish or maturer 35-45ish year old woman. aura reading, psychic dreams, mediumship and a few others. i'll post here soon. in her human verses, she's just human. that's about it.

OR WHERE YOU FIND HER (VERSES).

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CHAPTER ONE (WHERE IT IS NOW).

how or why birdie haunts the woods outside salem, massachusetts isn't really known. she isn't always there, either. how or why her family got here? a mystery. what made them leave scotland? how many of them came over? that isn't known. they don't often come into town. much like the family still lingering in their home country.

a few of them have adapted and run an esoteric shop inside the city itself. there are rumors in salem that they have family in the country that didn't get here by 'legal' means but no one really can prove it. and they don't bother anyone. so they're left alone. their shop is in the downtown blocks catering to different facets of witchcraft and offering supplies like homegrown herbs, hand-dipped candles, original art, tarot cards, stones, crystals, etc. the three women live upstairs and blend well enough with the inhabitants of the town. but don't quite go out of their way to make outright friends. they do offer remedies, potions and cures to certain ailments for a price. and dress candles as requested.

because it is their family that is not known that they are here for, the women keep themselves guarded and aren't welcoming to many who come prodding for information about their history or their magic. in ones in the mountains are the truly powerful. from pennsylvania to massachusetts is where they often roam. because of this, birdie can be encountered in any of these places. mostly near the smaller towns of the appalachian mountain regions rather than any of the larger cities. you'll find her on the outskirts, keeping near the woods.

there are some in upstate new york who think she is a ghost. a phantom that haunts the woods. others believe her to be a woman who occupies a rundown and abandoned house in rural pennsylvania that she's turned into her own home and made hers. with no living family to claim the property and no one really caring to report her, she's left alone. in vermont, they think she's a hippy vagrant who camps somewhere in the national park but no one can pinpoint where. she's a phantom. she's a witch. a hippy. or a woman who takes lost places and makes them hers. it all depends on where you are.

AND WHICH VERSION OF HER YOU SEE (STATS).

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CHAPTER ONE (WHERE IT BEGINS).

BEGINNING (FAMILY HISTORY). birdie's tale says she was born outside aberfeldy, scotland in a small settlement located in the moors of lake rannoch. her family is a long bloodline who belonged to the area for centuries. long rumored to be witches and wild women, they have haunted and owned the forests and woods outside the town for as long as the town has existed and even longer than that. no one seems to be able to pinpoint how long they've been there. where they came from. or how many of them there are.

only that they are red-haired wise women that have helped heal those who came looking for them in peace. or, as rumors have held all these years, cursed those who have come looking with darker intentions. like the christian settlers that once attempted to venture into their woods and bring the new religion to the women.

they were never seen from again. though the townsfolk have often heard wailing coming from the ruins of the local church that was built by the ones converted to their religion that burnt down as quickly as it was erected. seen shadows. phantom figures. and often a bloody, ghostly trail that will appear in the fog leading down different pathways into the red-haired women's woods.

each time the town was invaded by another attempt at colonization by the church? again, it would fail. until, eventually, they stopped coming all together sparing the loch from the fate most others were subjected to when it came to conversion and those that resisted. the blood spilled on their moors were not that of those that the red-haired women and their god(s?) protected. the family flourished, rarely coming to town. and if doing so? only interacting with those who seemed to speak their language only. whispered and rushed. and then they were gone again. and that is how they continue to this day.

BEGINNING (FAMILY POWER). the first red-haired women came to scotland from ireland in the year 807 bringing with her three sisters, their three husbands and a brother. they settled in the moors with others that were fleeing and attempting to settle into unknown territories fearing the raids that plagued so much of their country and others would bring about their end. TO NO AVAIL. as the harvest of their small gathering came to fruition, a group of soldiers began to bear down on them as they moved from point a to point b. too many to fight. and these witches had no real weapons. it was in that desperation that on the night of SAMHAIN, they conjured the demon THE LORD OF THE DEAD. one by one, their husbands were the sacrifices. one of the villagers of their tiny gathering served as the host.

AND HE CAME. bringing with him his armies of the dead. ghosts. skeletons. ghouls, zombies. THE SOULS of the vikings and the red-haired women's husbands were given in payment and it was that night that he bestowed them his power. rather. a taste of it. one woman. sithmaith was given his child. an abomination to the world's eyes if anyone knew. a blessing to them. and thus began the demon-witch bloodline that birdie stems from. SAWIN disappeared after that night. never to be seen again. or so they thought. but the bloodline continued. other red-haired women of birdie's line had his children until he was sent back to HELL by crusaders sometime during the 11th century.

and so began birdie's bloodline.

CHAPTER TWO (WHERE IT IS NOW).

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