Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-29711200-20170206103720/@comment-31167710-20170224035514

It was raining.

The soft sound of water droplets pelting the windows echoed throughout Esmerelda's home. It was a bit of a bother for her, knowing that she'd be getting wet tonight, but she wasn't the type to quit for such a minor issue. She rested on an armchair, with a well sized tome lying on the table beside her. Her reading was interrupted by duties. In her hand was a vial containing a special concoction.

To the world outside of her cottage, Esmerelda was simply another member of the town. They knew not what power she held, but assumed her to be innocent. Her loner nature had convinced a few people that she was simply a survivor, hoping to wait out the recent murders unharmed. Others thought her to be a self-proclaimed vampire hunter, delusionally believing that such creatures had invaded their village. All of these rumors were, of course, incorrect. This fact would be obvious to anyone who could see her sitting in her livingroom. When she was home, she shed herself of the fake skin that she used to mask her disturbing flesh. Esmerelda was as green as a toad, and her skin was covered in warts. The hair that she'd hidden beneath a hat during the day, was an inky black color. Her nose was both crooked and as long as a finger. She bore the appearance of what she truly was, a witch.

As the clock struck midnight, Esmerelda rose from her seat. It was time, once more, to hex the town.

"Oh, Jasper dearie? Would you fetch me my poncho?" The woman spoke to a black cat, who'd been lounging on the windowstill. The cat stretched, before sassliy walking to another room. Esmerelda took her skin mask, and carefully attatched it to her face. She put on gloves, and a pointy hat. From appearance alone, it was not immediately obvious that she was a witch. That was all she would need for tonight. Jasper returned, holding a large piece of fabric in his mouth. Esmerelda took it from him, and affectionately rubbed his head. After putting on her rain shield, she stepped out into the darkness.

Jasper followed behind her, walking beneath her poncho for protection. The elements were not kind to her, but this was typical. Those who tamper with nature should not find themselves surprised when it betrays them. The rain was the most annoying form of weather. It had more than once watered down a mixture that she carried on her, reducing its effects. She learned quickly to handle her brews especially cautiously when the water poured down upon her.

Esmerelda stopped in front of a particular building. Amongst this particular district, their homes formed a circle around the gallows. Morbid as it is, it serves only as the temporary arrangement. When the town was safe from the evil amongst them, they'd take it down to signify their safety and well-being. Esmerelda scowled at the thought.

The town that shunned her for her grotesque appearance deserves to become fodder for those that decide to disrupt the peace. The man who lived here worked against her hidden motive. While she couldn't confirm her suspicions for certain, Esmerelda had a strong hunch that the man who lived their was a bodyguard. He was somewhat of a pillar to the town. A symbol that they could all be inspired by. Esmerelda chuckled at the thought of how the following morning would play out. Deciding that she had waited far enough, she rapped on his door. She opened up her small vial, and clutched it tightly.

He opened the door to her, very naively. The fact that this man was trusted to protect the lives of others was quite the oddity. Without delay, she emptied the contents of her vial into his face. He was initially stunned, but his expression quickly became dulled. Esmerelda opened his door the rest of the way, and held his head in her hands. His eyes were lifeless, and his mind was succeptible to her commands.

"Tonight, go and vist Yuan Itor. Protect him with your life, and die a hero." Without questioning the command, the man slowly nodded his head. Esmerelda had seen the discussion surrounding Yuan's innocence during the day. There were rumors spawned from a sheriff that claimed to have witnessed him cleaning the home of the previous night's victim. This would, of course, ignite the flames of justice within the vigilante. He was bound to kill Yuan tonight. What a surprise it would be to him when he finds himself interrupted by a man he'd trusted. They'd likely both die in a scuffle. It was sad, but Esmerelda had no strong feelings towards either man.

As the man was leaving, she took a peak inside of his home. Her suspicions were confirmed when she noticed the protective vest sitting on his couch. He probably considered using it tonight for self-defence. Seeing nothing else worth noting, she closed the door. Jasper gave out a loud 'meow' as she began walking away. She recognized the annoyance in his soft voice, and determined that he was perturbed by the weather. Not wanting to upset her kitten, Esmerelda plucked him off of the ground. She held him under her poncho, protecting him from the weather.

From the look of the clouds, it appeared that the following evening would be rather damp as well...

End of Witch story...