SHANNON HOWELL

She had been around a very long time. She had seen the seasons come and the seasons go.

She had avoided witch hunters all her life coming close to be discovered a time or two. She has no love for mankind and some hunters paid the price for disturbing her.

But she had gotten so old. Her hair had all fallen out. The price of dark magic she assumed. But she would never change a thing.

She had gotten even more bitter in the last few years. Watching the young girls with their beautiful flowing hair flirting with young gentlemen. Just one more thing that made her despise others.

But not to worry, she always had something simmering on her unholy fire. Something that the girls with the long flowing hair won't enjoy, nor will the young gentlemen as she smirked and walked away from her window and toward the fire.

Ash from the fire clung to the bottom edge of her dress and on the sleeves as she limped across the room using her wooden staff for leverage.

Thanks for looking at my work and Happy Halloween! My wife asked me to create a old nasty haggy witch for her and this is what I came up with.