The Coven of Roses
You'd assumed that reading the sun was the way to go, that you were good at using it when it came to directions. You didn't exactly count on the sun setting, did you? It's no matter though, it's quiet here, safe enough to rest.
Well, so you thought.
It must be the middle of the night when you hear it, soft murmurs and hushed hums echoing in your ears when you blearily get up from your slumber. The first thing that wakes you properly is the smell of a fire, and the soft orange glow that casts on the trees, a forest fire? No, you'd have known by now! The second thing that gets the blood moving is the fact that there are figures standing around this small fire, one that usually the upwalkers' made. They're clearly other wolves, just like you, all females too, but something about them is off... Their eyes are glazed, empty, their mouths moving with the whispers you can barely make out through the crackling of the burnt wood.
Herb of double
Streams that bubble,
Cry of the Prairie Hen,
When the streams dry
We will not cry
Because mother will keep us fed.
"We're glad you could join us." The voice nearly makes you jump out of your skin and you whirl around to face a she wolf with blackened legs and face, her eyes glittering in the embers of the fire as the whispers of her sisters echo in your ears. For some reason she looks fake, feels fake, like maybe you're still dreaming. Behind her you see the reflected retinas of other wolves, males and puppies alike, the puppies seem fine, thank the gods. But the males are just as fake, like they're on a string. Or copies of the shewolf. Distracted by these newcomers you don't notice the movement behind you until a cold claw of fear drags itself down your spine, they're all staring at you now, silent but mouths gaped open. That isn't what scares you.
What scares you is the beast behind them, antlers sprouted from its head as its gnarled jaws drip with saliva, hungry for flesh. A soft whisper from the she wolf only solidifies your fear.
"Welcome to the Feast."
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The Rose Coven is a Witches' coven led by their main female Cecropia, and her husk, Titus. In the coven the females lead the way, with the males placed in domestic roles of hunting, scouting or sometimes raising the growing witches. The matriarchs serve as magic users, teachers, providers. Using the gifts given by their 'mother' to keep the males in check, not that it harms them. They barely realize what's even happening, constantly blissed out and appreciative for their kind she wolves.
Mother feeds.
Mother provides.
To carry is to obey the will of Mother.
Blessed be the full moon.
Cursed be Sol.
