Strolls through the woods at night were always something of a mixed bag on the Epicenter. Though the forests and jungles were dangerous, the island itself had a beauty to it born from the strangeness and patchwork existence that it maintained. For a woman who was a patchwork of a person, Pria and the Collective often found themselves admiring the nights as a way of relaxing, though the young witch often had many motives for every act.

How her motives would change on this very evening, even she wouldn’t know until it’s become too late.

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A shorter story to keep branching out a little in the things that I write! Sadly no additional endings, this one seemed too sweet of a stop to give too many alternatives for~

And I’ll admit, I’m a sucker for a witch with a big belly full of treats. ;p

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