12-09-2010, 02:47 AM
The Witch blinked, tears still streaming down its face. It glanced over in the human's direction, its sad and slightly curious expression very overwhelming. Witches were thought to look sort of helpless and cry to lure in hapless prey...
But this one had no traces of blood on its body, or even on its blade-like claws. There were wrappers and small plastic cellophane materials laying around the room...possibly things that had been used to enclose candy and sweets. This particular room, small and musty without any windows, had probably been a pantry...had this Witch chosen this room as its habitat for the food? There was no food left...so, it must have run out in the past few days.
The Witch's too-skinny frame spoke of hunger, near-starvation. It probably hadn't eaten anything at all since the food in the pantry had run out.
It seemed to have heard the human speak, and understood the word to be a greeting. But in its current, pained state, there was no way of even thinking of communicating through words...
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