None know the origin of the True Witch for she just is.
Forever wandering in silence, unconcerned by the mundanity of human squabbles and pettiness.

She lacks limbs, for she does not need them to cast her spells.
She has abandoned lips, for she does not need them speak her dark magics.
Her body is torn and bound by her powers; an immense gravity of magic and enchantments that draws in and binds everything and tears everything to atoms around her, including herself.
Her staff of shattered stone and fossilized flesh is one with her soul, bound with ether, molding to her desires and needs.


What she wants, if anything, is beyond us. Never has she conveyed her intentions to anyone.
Anyone who attempts to communicate with her, gets nothing.
Anyone who attempts to fight or control her, gets death.

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Spoopy month, so its time for the spoopy doodles.

This was a concept I had a little while back. I had a lot of ideas for this, but it never really panned out.
I still like it, but I dunno. I feel like digital art might not be the best way to deal with it. I might do this with oil paints since I'm learning that atm.

I hope y'all still like it anyways :P

Until the next!
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