Alice2015
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"Witches versus Hunters"
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She'd gone by a lot of names over her more than 900 years of life, but for the last 60 years, the woman who'd been born Alžběta Svoboda in the Moravia region of the Czech Republic in the year 1112 had been going by the name Chloe Devine. It wasn't a name that she'd picked for herself, of course. It was the name of the woman whose life -- and body -- she'd assumed after the Daughters of Brno Coven performed the Obnovení; the Obnoveni, which was Old Czech for Restoration, was what most people in the know -- or who were fans of the Steve Martin/Lily Tomlin movie All of Me -- would call transference reincarnation.
The original Chloe Devine had been precisely what Alžběta had been seeking in a new vessel for her duše, her soul. Chloe had been 26 years old at the time of the Obnovení in 1965. Alžběta liked that age, the late 20s; it was old enough to avoid being carded at most bars and taverns or to not be taken serious by older people who equated youth with ignorance; it was also an age that caught the eye of men from 18 to 80, and Alžběta liked the attention of men across that age range.
The original Chloe being that age meant that Alžběta didn't have to Pull the woman's age. Pull was the Witchy word for using one's Magical Powers to make oneself look younger on a permanent basis. It was a process that even a 900-year-old Witch found exhausting and time consuming. Employing all of her Innate Magical Power, her Spells, her Potions, and her Charms, it could take Alžběta as much as a week to Pull her new body's appearance back just one year. Once upon a time in a bygone era, she'd spent an entire year Pulling because she'd needed the Obnovení immediately and the only choice of vessel at the time had been a wrinkly old 55-year-old hag of a woman.
Despite the young woman's age being just what she wanted from a vessel, Alžběta had still spent some time -- 3 weeks -- sitting in a dark, damp, dingy basement with her Spells, Potions, Charms, and -- of course -- Innate Powers improving upon the woman's body. The original Chloe Devine had been a big heavy for Alžběta's taste, almost 170 pounds at a height of only 5'6"; her C-cup tits had suffered the natural ravages of Time and The Mother; she had a noticeable defect from a cleft lip surgery she'd undergone just days after her birth; and her left arm, hip, and leg bore the nasty scars from the Hunters attack through which she'd suffered but thankfully lived, thanks to the quick intervention of the Daughters of Brno Coven.
Alžběta couldn't help but find it ironic that the woman was saved by the Coven, only to later give up her conscious existence to one of their members because she herself had been a non-Magic Using Witch, a Dormant. The Coven preferred the proper, Old-World term for such unaware Witches like original Chloe: Spontánní čarodějnice, Old Czech for "Spontaneous Witch".
Alžběta could do without all the Old-World terminology, though. She'd avoided anything old for the whole of her life; she'd lived the modern life in each of her centuries of life, constantly moving forward even as many in the Worldwide Covens sometimes tried to stick with their traditions. That was why she'd ceased using the name Alžběta the moment she emerged from the Obnovení and then completed her makeover of her new body.
The new and improved Chloe Devine -- with her gravity-defying tits, ever-pert nipples, tight apple-shaped ass, flat and narrow waist, and flawless, exotic face with its now-perfect, pouty, kissable lips -- was walking the waterfront on a beautiful, spring day; she was scanning the families, couples, and solo picnickers scattered across the greenway's lawns on blankets or playing in the fountains or standing in lines at the multitude of food and drink carts.
She might have looked as though she was simply enjoying the beautiful day with its warm temperature, gentle breeze, and clear, blue sky. But Chloe was here with a purpose: Mayhem. She, like many of the modern Witches, used the word Mayhem, once again choosing to leave behind the Old Czech word, Zmatek. What word one used really wasn't important, of course; causing Mayhem was.
No one knew why a Witch's Innate Magical Power came from causing Mayhem, Madness, Death, and Destruction. It was just the way it was. Chloe didn't like having to do this, unlike some of the truly Wicked Witches. But it was something she did nonetheless because she liked the way she looked, she liked her virtual-immortality, she liked not having to hold a 9-5 job, she liked having just about anything or anyone she wanted for the taking. These were all things she got via the energy of her Magic, and the energy powering that Magic came from what she was about to do.
Chloe took a right up a path flanked by food, drink, and souvenir carts, plotting her actions as she went. She knew the danger of using her Magic, of course; Hunters had various ways of Sensing a Witch's presence -- their own Innate Powers, Spells, Potions, and Charms. Chloe had two things going for herself, though, that would protect her against all but the most powerful of Hunters: first, she was a 900-year-old Witch, not some 18-year-old rookie still in her figurative Witchy diapers, so her own Innate Powers had already told her that there were no Hunters within one or two miles of her current location; and second, she'd learned over the years how to combine her various sources of Magic to create the maximum amount of Mayhem with the least possibility of attracting attention.
(Part 2 next. Sorry it's so long; that's just how my RPs start.)
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