TriniMad
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Sep 5, 2015
Raelynn figured that there was quite a few other things she could be doing at the moment, but there was no denying the allure of the market; it was something that she had been always curious abut and never truly allowed to go towards. The coven of witches which she had grown up with since she could remember had always forbad her to go anywhere towards men; they called them vile and disgusting beasts that knew nothing but to sap the life away from a vulnerable girl - very much like they pointed at Raelynn to be.
However, the coven was no more for her.
Enough had been enough, and one recent night while most of the senior witches had been more engrossed with a new demonic summoning ritual that required many of their presences, Raelynn immediately used that distraction to flee. Of course, she was crafty enough to have planned it out weeks ahead; at her mature age of twenty, the other witches thought her trustworthy enough to tell her of their dark and nefarious plans. However, they probably didn't think much of the young woman though; it had been obvious as of late that even though she could still be considered a "witch," the apprentice held no true powerful magical calling. She could light a few candles here and there, and if she concentrated enough, perhaps lift a broom, but that was about the extent of her powers. Partly, that had been both a good and bad thing; the witches had trained her for so long, only to reap such little talent from her, but on the flip side... What was the use of her staying around any longer?
She sought freedom from the old crones who bored her to no lengths now, and in her mind, Raelynn simply couldn't get the image of masculine bodies out. She was only allowed quick and often secret peeks at what she could; hunters who bathed unknowing in the pools nearby, her virgin eyes fixated on the meaty thick lengths that hung between their legs, or the occasional demons that the witches summoned, only to have the creature done to their bidding and swiftly cast back into its own dimension. No, she had certainly quite a bit to learn, and it would start now.
The market nearly overwhelmed the young woman in her hooded cloak, giving just the barest glimpse of perhaps a bare leg here and there as it swished around her lean petite form while she walked slowly between the vendors. Here and there, she stopped, peeking curiously at the wares and often at the men behind them; many seemed fascinated in return, stammering out words and sometimes even giving her gifts. This amused the run-away apprentice to no end, and after simply an hour, her hands were filled with glittering jewels and chains, laughing in contentment for herself as Raelynn sucked absently on a delicious chocolate-covered banana she had bought just moments before. Ignoring the stares and attention that she was gathering, the young witch continued on, unknowing and completely naive of the dangers around her...
However, the coven was no more for her.
Enough had been enough, and one recent night while most of the senior witches had been more engrossed with a new demonic summoning ritual that required many of their presences, Raelynn immediately used that distraction to flee. Of course, she was crafty enough to have planned it out weeks ahead; at her mature age of twenty, the other witches thought her trustworthy enough to tell her of their dark and nefarious plans. However, they probably didn't think much of the young woman though; it had been obvious as of late that even though she could still be considered a "witch," the apprentice held no true powerful magical calling. She could light a few candles here and there, and if she concentrated enough, perhaps lift a broom, but that was about the extent of her powers. Partly, that had been both a good and bad thing; the witches had trained her for so long, only to reap such little talent from her, but on the flip side... What was the use of her staying around any longer?
She sought freedom from the old crones who bored her to no lengths now, and in her mind, Raelynn simply couldn't get the image of masculine bodies out. She was only allowed quick and often secret peeks at what she could; hunters who bathed unknowing in the pools nearby, her virgin eyes fixated on the meaty thick lengths that hung between their legs, or the occasional demons that the witches summoned, only to have the creature done to their bidding and swiftly cast back into its own dimension. No, she had certainly quite a bit to learn, and it would start now.
The market nearly overwhelmed the young woman in her hooded cloak, giving just the barest glimpse of perhaps a bare leg here and there as it swished around her lean petite form while she walked slowly between the vendors. Here and there, she stopped, peeking curiously at the wares and often at the men behind them; many seemed fascinated in return, stammering out words and sometimes even giving her gifts. This amused the run-away apprentice to no end, and after simply an hour, her hands were filled with glittering jewels and chains, laughing in contentment for herself as Raelynn sucked absently on a delicious chocolate-covered banana she had bought just moments before. Ignoring the stares and attention that she was gathering, the young witch continued on, unknowing and completely naive of the dangers around her...