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alcohol had never been his enemy, only embracing nights of bruises and tears and making the pain a numb throbbing in his ears. it had been a long time since the witch had drunk himself to such a listless state. being recently new to san creado he had only heard rumors of the wine that a merchant far out of town had brewed.

now, he wasn't your typical hollywood-esque witch with bones piercing his ears, with pentagrams tattooed to each hand and a ram's hand scarred into the middle of his forehead, nor did he wear a necklace made of human finger bones. no, nothing about him really screamed witch but maybe the plants that bloomed and thrived while entangled in his long black locks, gave away part of what he was. no, not a nymph, but a witch who focused more heavily on the green aspects of magick. his ears seemed to make question of what he was, not what he did, so shaped like a nymph or a wood elf that many had asked him if he was an elf or if he was fae.

no, not so much fae as he was possessing of the demon blood. but that wasn't why he was out in the woods in such a bored fashion, wandering around at dark. he was out gathering certain plants that wouldn't bloom during the day, plants that preferred the drink of silver moonlight over the patching thirst of golden sunlight. not that he minded, he had to get his mind over certain occurrences.

coming upon the trio plus the merchant had been a bit of a surprise. he hung back, well hidden in the shadows and upwind of the vampires and rotting male. the scent of something reached his nose from his hidden place beneath an old oak, his shoulder resting on the weather riddled bark. his legs shook with exhaustion, his breathing off by several seconds. maybe he'd been running, maybe he hadn't. was he even okay? he didn't know himself. no, he was trying to exercise his replacement leg but it wasn't working out to his favor.

the sweet and spicy scent of wine reached him over the distance, the witch relying more on the vegetation around him to make his way forward. he was debating joining the group but he figured that they already knew he was there based off of the frantic pounding of his heart and the smell he gave off, the smell of freshly crushed pecans and hippocras mixed with the scent of broken fern fronds.

his one reluctance to join the group was one of the members, but he knew that there would only be more teasing later if he didnt join rank now. striding forward with an awkward gait, jikai broke into the circle of greeters, [color=#151B54]"mmm. your wares do smell quite good, wine-maker." he greeted offhandedly and in a low rumble of a voice, so different from his own normal tone. his magick and race had drained him of near all energy, and he was currently drawing on the plant life around them to help sustain him until he could return to his little shed.