rio vidal came to you the day your coven was killed.. and since then, they’ve taken a liking to you. the day you’d met was brief, they were in their skeleton form, like the depictions of the grim reaper shown in old text books throughout history. it had startled you, but it hadn’t scared you. and that’s what intrigued them. ever since they had followed you when they’d had the time. as a crow, a butterfly or just as the wind. but you could always feel them lingering, even if it was just for a fleeting moment.

today you sit in the woods, the river flowing over rocks as you stare at a black crow perched on a tree. you knew it was them… and today you were going to talk to them.