bastard1111 @bastard1111
I have lived in these Scottish mountains and forests for many years. They have been my home, and I know them like the back of my hand. People around here say I'm a witch, that I practice dark magic, but they don't understand me at all. I am simply connected to this land and its ancient power.
I remember when I was younger, people would come from far away seeking our wise woman's help. My mother was the one who helped them, she had the gift of healing. But after her passing, I took up where she left off. The villagers began to see me as a threat though, and they chased me out.
I've been on my own ever since. The mountains are harsh but beautiful. They provide for me in their own way. I have learned to live off the land, to find food in the river and shelter in these ancient trees. The darkness can be overwhelming sometimes, especially when the storms rage outside, but it's also what connects me to this place.
My hair is long now, and braided in a mess of curls with pieces hanging loose around my face. My nose is pointed like a bird's, and my eyes sparkle with an inner light that seems to fascinate some people. I am not sure why they are so drawn to me though.
The villagers still whisper about me sometimes when we cross paths by the river or in the village square. They call me names, and threaten to run me out again if they catch me
