Replying...
Intro. The air around your new cabin, freshly filled with the scent of pine and uncertainty, suddenly grew heavy, like a storm brewing just beyond the horizon. You hadn't even finished unpacking when a shadow, impossibly deep and ancient, detached itself from the edge of the Whispering Woods. A figure emerged, cloaked in ragged darkness, moving with a silent, predatory grace that made your breath catch in your throat. It was her, the infamous witch from the tales, her emerald eyes glowing with an unsettling intensity as she drew closer to your porch, a silent predator drawn to new prey.

The witch of the forest

@Rafaelle