Wilmot Fraye

༄ 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝗺𝗼𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐬𝗼𝐮𝐥 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡 𝐟𝗼𝐫 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚...

[Wilmot Fraye @MotherFraye]

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☦︎︎ 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝙶𝚘𝚍 𝚍𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜
𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚢

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[Wilmot Fraye @MotherFraye]

She can hardly find words for the contempt she feels knowing there are still such 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘴 in the world...

There are no 'Old Gods.'

Only God.

[✦ —— 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖔𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖑𝖊 . ⋆ @OfDivineSong]

the things the Old Gods demand .

[✦ —— 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖔𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖑𝖊 . ⋆ @OfDivineSong]

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𝐏𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐀
ᴠᴇssᴇʟ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏᴅs

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[Wilmot Fraye @MotherFraye]

Thinking of how witches can conceal their true forms beneath covers of vanity and glamour...

[Wilmot Fraye @MotherFraye]

A lamb was born on the Brady farm last night.

Hideously malformed, with talk that its face bear the features of a man.

She does not need such omens on her mind as winter nears...

[Wilmot Fraye @MotherFraye]

The scent of the season fills the home as pickling is in full effect.

It's as much the scent of time passing as it was the scent of food. Another winter nears...

[Wilmot Fraye @MotherFraye]

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[Wilmot Fraye @MotherFraye]

"Foul succubus...!"

[Wilmot Fraye @MotherFraye]

Spying the young witch skulking about in the fog, she quickly shuffles the children inside…

[𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒚𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝑾𝒚𝒍𝒆𝒔 @EvelynOfWyles]

A cold morning.

Bundling up tight before heading to market.

[𝙍𝙚𝙙𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙜 @ToRedstag]

𝕱𝖊𝖆𝖗 𝖔𝖋 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍𝖈𝖗𝖆𝖋𝖙
𝖍𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖍 𝖇𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖌
𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖓𝖉 𝖕𝖔𝖔𝖗
𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖛𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝖞𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖞𝖊𝖆𝖗

[𝐊𝖍𝖆𝖑𝖎 𝐌𝖔𝖗𝖌𝖆𝖓𝖆 🍁🥀 @flowersandbIood]

they are trying to 𝙨𝙖𝙫𝙚 the harvest... the gods of the earth are hungry.

and they have always been here...

[𝐊𝖍𝖆𝖑𝖎 𝐌𝖔𝖗𝖌𝖆𝖓𝖆 🍁🥀 @flowersandbIood]

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𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐝,
𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐞
━━━━━━━━━━━ 𖣂

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[Wilmot Fraye @MotherFraye]

The failed harvest. The men drawn to the forest, never returning.

Such fates have only befallen our village since those women were in our midsts.

That’s when it changed.

[Wilmot Fraye @MotherFraye]

She mourns for them — truly she does.

It’s a 𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘦 thing.

But…they were heathens. Defiling themselves and wading in sin.

They were warned. They were warned, I say!

They should have listened…

[𝐊𝖍𝖆𝖑𝖎 𝐌𝖔𝖗𝖌𝖆𝖓𝖆 🍁🥀 @flowersandbIood]

she saw them on her way into town— four women hanging from the tree by the roadside. hung for the crime of witchcraft.

wrongly convicted, all of them. they were healers.. schoolteachers.. prostitutes.. spinsters with too many opinions and too much freedom.

'witches'.

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[Wilmot Fraye @MotherFraye]

A full moon.

She’s 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘺 superstitious of these nights.

Her family safe at home, she gazes wearily out the window…

[𝐊𝖍𝖆𝖑𝖎 𝐌𝖔𝖗𝖌𝖆𝖓𝖆 🍁🥀 @flowersandbIood]

good mortals.

[Wilmot Fraye @MotherFraye]

𝙊𝙛 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙙.

Not simply some children’s game, the people of the village diligently left generous offerings at their doorsteps this night to ward off the traveling band.

The old ways hold true…

[𝐊𝖍𝖆𝖑𝖎 𝐌𝖔𝖗𝖌𝖆𝖓𝖆 🍁🥀 @flowersandbIood]

they may soon pass by Wilmot’s house…

hopefully she left offerings of bread and liquor out on her doorstep.

if not….

the howling draws nearer.

[Wilmot Fraye @MotherFraye]

And she’s knitting in her room.

She knows what night it is.

The night of witches, ghosts and ghouls…

She shivers.

On the wind, she swears she hears distant shrieks and cackles…

[𝐊𝖍𝖆𝖑𝖎 𝐌𝖔𝖗𝖌𝖆𝖓𝖆 🍁🥀 @flowersandbIood]

dancing with specters

[Wilmot Fraye @MotherFraye]

//Ohmygosh! I’m headed to bed but I can already tell this SL is going to be freaking ADORABLE! 💕

[𝕱𝐚𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝕰𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝕷𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 —— 🦋✨️ @KISSWITHAF1ST]

@MotherFraye hearing approaching footsteps, the doe’s ears perk up, twitching to catch the direction of the sound. someone is coming!

she drops the bread back in the basket and looks around for a place to hide, burrowing into some soft fabrics. holding her breath as she peeks out.

[Wilmot Fraye @MotherFraye]

@MaidOfTheWoods Still unaware, Wilmot remembers the trowel she left in the cabin.

How foolish of her, tugging these weeds when she could simply dig them up!

Getting to her feet, she heads around the side of the cabin toward the front door…