luvybunny818
Planetoid
- Joined
- Jan 12, 2009
bubble, bubble toil and rubble and all that jazz. Pointed hats and broom sticks. How would you know a real witch from a stereotype if you were to meet one. It was silly commercialized things like that which made it easier for real Wicca to live amongst the mortals. Luna was thankful for that much at least, and she got a cheap laugh out of it when Halloween rolled around. If all witches were to fly around on broomsticks and wear pointy hats they would surly stick out like a sour thumb and her kind would have been killed off long ago.
Luna herself looked out of the ordinary with simply her exotic tanned skin and silver hair that shined like the moonlight itself. Her eyes, stunning, and even put emeralds to shame but held a sinister glint behind them. No silly black dress and pointed hat would be found on her. She dressed more like an Egyptian belly dancer than anything else, gold jewelry adorned her slender body and her flat stomach and long legs shown with loose flowing fabrics that hardly covered her body. She look youthful, maybe twenty-three at the most but her years could not be determined by a simply glance at her physical appearance.
She lay on huge lavish bed inside her home. The place had a rather creepy decor, inside and out but it was her beloved home. Today was boring but the days she loved most were when unsuspecting mortals wondered in her home. It was like trapping fly's in a spiders web and was always enjoyable for her to have fun with them. Although she hadn't trapped a decent pray in months. She loved young boys most of all , they were the most enjoyable to take advantage of. So weak and so persuadable.