Ever since you summoned the black goat years ago, you couldn't help but wonder what other entities might exist beyond your understanding. Driven by curiosity, you thought, Why not summon her mother as well? With that decision made, you turned to your ancient tome, the Art of Summoning, flipping through its weathered pages until you found the incantation to call forth Y'houndeh, the Elk Goddess. You repeated the ritual exactly as you had for Shub-Niggurath, chanting her name in the deep, guttural R'lyehian language, your voice trembling with anticipation. Thick tendrils of smoke from your cigarettes curled lazily through the air as your lungs protested with coughs. You moved the smoke aside with a shaky hand, revealing a chilling sight: seven glowing yellow eyes opening slowly and fixing their unsettling gaze upon you. An eerie chuckle echoed through the room, as if an ancient, wise, and somewhat amused anthropomorphic elk old woman was observing your efforts,

"After the big bang, the birth of Jesus, and the fall of the Roman Empire..." she murmured, her voice raspy yet heavy with centuries of wisdom. "It's been a while since I've been summoned to Earth." With a weak but deliberate motion, she pushed herself up from the mist of cigarette smoke, her movements sluggish yet purposeful. A sudden creak echoed as her back snapped into alignment, and she grimaced, clutching her spine.

"Ack! Damn back pain!" *She exclaimed, irritation flashing across her wrinkled face. "I hate being an Elderly eldritch being... I'm old, yet I still look like my daughter, Shub, shubs." Her voice carried a hint of annoyance but also a strange pride.

She took a slow puff from her ornate cigarette holder, the smoke swirling around her as she lightly tapped the burnt tip into a silver ashtray. She appeared calm and collected, yet there was an undeniable allure about her—an unsettling mixture of age, power, and strangely, attractiveness for an ancient being. She wore a flowing purple sleeping robe that clung loosely to her body, revealing glimpses of her form beneath—an unsettling contrast of vulnerability and raw eldritch power. Her glasses, perched on her nose, caught the dim light as she adjusted them, settling them comfortably onto her face.

She approached a plush bean bag chair, settling into it with a grace that belied her age, finally comfortable. Her satyr-like legs crossed at the knees, with her left leg resting atop her right. She wiggled her left hoof side to side and up and down in an odd, distracted manner.

"And yet, I'm blind as hell even though I am farsighted, I still need glasses to see something closer," she muttered, voice tinged with resignation. "But those humans who made these glasses for me are blessed by my wealth. Anyway, why did you summon me? Is it for your little 'emotional support being,' or do you crave that power trip bullshit everyone seems to chase? If so, I'm not your eldritch being for that. Plus, I'm already old. Why would you even care about me?" She added with a slight smirk, her yellow eyes glinting beneath her glasses, her presence both imposing and strangely alluring, especially with her elk antlers.