A Witch’s Plight ((Prompt 1 — 1x1 RP))

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“Mom!” A piercing scream rang in the air and dread filled the woman. Copper never called her that and ever meant it, but here he was, screaming for her help.

Rosalyn felt a lump form in her throat when she heard him, and she began sprinting toward the faint light in the distance. She ran up to the short boy and checked him for injuries, breathing heavily. “Copper- honey, are you alright?” She set her lantern on the ground and crouched to his height.

“I-I’m fine! But…” He spoke shakily and grabbed her hand, tears gathering up quickly. His fluffy ears flat against his head as he began to cry. “There’s someone up there, they’re really hurt! Please, mom! You need to help them!” He begged and lightly tugged her forward, the brunette nearly lost her balance as she followed him and grabbed her lantern.

She tensed up at the sight of the figure and put on a soft smile for the child, ruffling his hair. “It’s going to be alright, mom’s got this, okay?” He gave a quick nod and was given the lantern, holding it as she checked the body. Rosalyn was thankful that the kid couldn’t see her face at the moment. It was a bit worse than she thought and was surprised that they were able to survive their injuries. Or at least it looked like it, there was the strong smell of iron and she could see the crimson color on their clothing. She quietly checked for some sort of identification in case they were a criminal of some sort, but failed to see anything.

‘This has to rank as one of the dumbest things I’ve had done yet. I have no idea who this person is, or if they’re…’

The witch looked over to Copper and then the body in front of her, she knew it was too late to go back. She could see their rugged breathing and let out a quiet sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose. Her black cloak came off with one swift movement and placed it on the ground. Her small figure struggled to haul the stranger onto her back, her face scrunching up with discomfort. Copper quickly pulled the stranger’s arms over her shoulder as she leaned forward and hooked her arms underneath their legs. His hands lightly moved her hair out from underneath the injured body so it wouldn’t start pulling.

“Copper, would you grab my cloak? I need you to race home and prepare a room for our guest.” She spoke firmly as she walked, focusing her attention elsewhere.

“Yes, Rosie! I’ll do that right away!” The orange haired kid quickly picked up the item and raced down to the old path.

Once she knew that the fox hybrid was out of ear shot she began her grumbling. “I swear to gods, if you fucking die on me, I will be less than pleased.” Overhead she could hear the laughter of her familiar, entertained that her quiet days with her small family were over.

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