Scratch! Scratch! Scratch! A strange girl stood under a tree, sharpening nails of iron. She wore the uniform, but was otherwise unkempt, jet black hair reaching down to her butt. She was very skinny, almost malnourished looking. Grey eyes shone out from a gaunt face framed by curtains of hair. She appeared to be about twelve, but that was far from the truth. She was seventeen, but years of not getting enough nutrients had taken a toll on her body. What was her name, you may ask? Well…she didn’t have one. All she was known as to the villagers of the small village in Leicestershire was the child of the witch Black Annis. The villagers feared them, but they were not as terrible as the villagers believed. They were feared because they were not human, that was it. They just lived, just as everyone else, even if their definition of living was not the same. A strange letter had arrived to the cave where her and her mother lived, inviting her here. So…here she was. Having not eaten in a couple days, she was absolutely starving. She was sharpening her claws in the hopes of catching something for lunch. She’d heard the clucking of chickens and was hoping to get herself some chicken for lunch. Yes, RAW chicken. Luckily for her, being half…whatever her mother was, meant that raw food didn’t affect her like a human.
@eunoia - Tate and Tatum