#profanidad

Danielle was really into the idea of ‘The Convalescence’. A bar where supernaturals could go without the danger of being discovered by humans? It was a dream come true.. after being brought up there once, she knew she had to go back. She’d lived her whole life only being able to be truthful about herself with her coven, though she had to admit it was a little disorienting walking in and not obviously knowing who was what, just that they were something other than human. Though maybe that was the fun of it. Seeing a man sitting at the bar when she walked in, she ordered a drink and decided to walk over to him, “Mind if I sit?” she asked, though she hadn’t really waited for an answer as she sat her glass on the bar and took off her jacket.

Ruth had never really been afraid of the dark, even as a child her fears tended to lie in what she could see, rather than what she could not. Now, with the waning moon shedding a cold milky light over the forest floor, the witch sat on a rock, the darkness of the forest surrounding the clearing. The words on the page were almost indecipherable, as if she were attempting to read a book in a foreign language she did not know. Even so, ever since Ruth had arrived in Red Creek, their was this hum of power rushing through her, a feeling she hadn’t felt since Germany, and a feeling that suddenly made a lot more sense to the woman. 

The house her grandmother had left her was crammed with books on on varying branches of magic; spells, potions, history, voodoo... It was a little overwhelming, if you asked her. But Ruth was determined to figure it out, and that was why she stood in the middle of the forest, the cool night breeze tugging at the corners of the spell book she had open before her. Finally deciding one that seemed simple enough, Ruth left the book on the rock, and repeated the spell a few times over in her head before stepping back. Closing her eyes, she tried to concentrate on that power and began to recite the spell, the words feeling strange and new on her tongue. The little ball  of energy in her chest began to expand as the wind picked up, whipping brown locks of hair around her face. As she continued, the wind only became stronger, gusts pressing into her with force. Opening her eyes, she looked around the clearing as the dead leaves rushed up in the wind and sped across the forest floor, the book that had been lying open clapped shut, and before her very eyes a odd cackling of electricity started to fill the space. She could feel her energy -- her power -- begin to spiral out of control as the wind continued. She tried to move forward, towards the book, but the strength of the wind easily over powered her. 

She was stuck, and as the electricity continued, she only watch, terrified of what was happening, and what would happen next if she didn’t do something. The creaking of the trees, and the rush of leaves was almost deafening, and Ruth hadn’t heard the snapping of a branch until the limb came crashing to the ground a mere few feet away from her.