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【 ⚔️ 】— “Do not think I have met witcher woman from other schools,” While it had been hard to distinguish her as a witcher due to the dark brown eyes slightly obscuring the cat-like pupils and she carried a halberd, that could easily be chalked up to a difference in schools and techniques– The Bat School to the Far East only carried daggers and mostly relied on far-ranged bows, for example. 

        There was no mistake, however, with how the brown-haired one moved with precision, having the knowledge and taking down the water hag with such skill, that she was a witcher.

        Golden serpent eyes flicked down to the medallion she possessed, one in the shape of some sort of bird of prey,  beak open fiercely as if it were screeching at any monster that dared approached. 

Completed commission for @thren300 of their Witcher OC Jadenah! Thank you so much for commissioning me again!

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Sonja studied the woman over her goblet, weighing how she wanted to respond to best reassure the witcheress. The philosophy of what made someone human was an argument almost as old as she was. She understood how mages or witchers would find themselves wondering if they were human anymore, when commonfolk and nobles alike treated them as something different. She’d heard the words spat at them, dripping with poison and the sneers....she’d seen it all. She’d seen men that had beat their wives and claim they were still human, better than the passing beggar. She spared the beggar but drank her fill of the husbands to teach a lesson about hurting those weaker than you to assert your own power.

“The concept of humanity will drive you mad if you fret over it for too long. I’ve seen kings commit terrible atrocities and call themselves human, I’ve seen mages sacrifice everything to protect a lone child, I’ve seen widows pick up a sword and protect her only son from being taken to war.....they’re all human in their bones and blood because human is a subjective term, the same as monster is.” She answered at last, draining the last of her wine then setting the goblet down on the tabletop. 

Sonja gives her a moment to think before she speaks again, “You were human at the start, you are no less human now. Mutant they might call you, but you protect them from that which goes bump in the night and turns them all into frightened lambs....they envy your bravery and fire. Do not let them take it from you child.”

           Ben smirked at her. He was a coy man who knew what he wanted. He often had easy luck with the women of the castle---the men, too, when the mood struck him---and considered himself a fair catch. He was a newly made bachelor in the middle of his mortal prime, and always shot his shot when he felt there was a chance to be had. Mutant or not. 

MISC PROMPTS: Alice McGee

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Much as he agrees with the statement, he has found the worst of his memories kept him alive thus far. Though he has precious little in the way of pleasant memories, to begin with.

Quotes taken from Hadestown the Musical, part V :

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