! DTAE | 1/2 !

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- - - - - - - - - - Ѽ Hello and Welcome! Ѽ - - - - - - - - - - ◉ first of all before I continue I would just like to mention that I do not own this design in any way and I am only entering for it! The design belongs to this talented artist who goes by the tag: @Woolly_Skies ! Please go give them a follow and go check out their projects! Enjoy! - ◉ 1. Dandy’s ref page: 1:08:07 ◉ 2. Dandy creating a potion in her home: 3:37:21 ◉ 3. Dandy using her powers in the woods: 3:19:21 - Ref in detail (skip this section if you want to skip to backstory) Name: Dandy Seasonsly Age: 623 years old Gender: female Pronouns: she/her Species: Wolf/Witch Fam: She had two loving parents who sadly passed on due to a illness [ mother is still alive ]. She has a sister who is still alive and messes with Dandy frequently. Occupation: She is a witch (obviously), psychic, and gardener. Type of witch: There are several types of witches, each one with different abilities and strengths. She happens to be a hybrid. She is a mix between a star and sun witch. Likes: She loves Candy Corn, Halloween, reading, studying, being alone, and music. Dislikes: She dislikes tacos, spring, noisy and annoying people, crowded places, and screaming. - Backstory: It was midnight, exactly 12:01 am to be precise, when it happened. The blood moon. It glowed a beautiful, warm yellow and seemed to draw everyone’s gazes to it’s magnificence. However…no one in the town knew what they were about to get into. That night a new soul was welcomed into their town, that soul whom was given the name…Dandy. Dandy squinted her eyes as she felt the bright, warm light pour into her vision. Everyone in the town had gathered to see the spectacular occasion only to be left with disappointment and disgust. All the spectators face’s twisted into looks of pure distaste. “She’s a witch…” someone in the crowd spat. That one small comment alone sent many away running. Afraid to stay for too long. Eventually everyone was gone except for one. Miss. Valley, the caretaker of those without a home. She ran the best orphanage there ever was and tended to be a good natured woman. - years later - Dandy woke up early in the morning with an excited grin plastered on her face. She jumped out of bed, quickly grabbing her necklace and putting it on. She crept downstairs, doing her best to go swiftly and quietly. To her surprise, no one had heard her nor awoken. Good. She flicked her tail, feeling something on it before she raced to a specific room. She cracked the door open just barely before sneaking in. It was dead silent besides the occasional howl of wind. She opened a large leather book quietly, making sure to not make much sound. Inside the book was several names, letters, and sections of writing. Dandy eventually found a part of the book with her name written inside. Within this section we’re two letters, both from two different people. She snatched them, closed the book, and quickly rushed out. She sighed, sneaking back into her room and out the window. She then scaled up a pipe which lead to the roof. She sat on it, the two letters still with her. She opened them slowly before she felt herself gasp and her eyes widen…/I though they were gone/ her mind raced, she thought that Miss. Valley was her real mother. Not this random witch! She frowned softly, debating whether this letter changed anything or not. She shook her head before turning her attention to the dull horizon. It would be sunrise soon. Good. She glanced at the letter one more time before she stood. She had decided what she would do…She would find her mom, no matter what the cost, even if she died trying. And if not…well she always had the orphanage and her sister…Her sister moments later joined her on the roof, sitting right next to her, sensing the powerful emotions her older sisters was feeling. Unlike herself, her sister was a normal Witch and wasn’t a hybrid. /Lucky…/ she though to herself with a sigh. “What’s the plan?” Her little sister asked, looking up at her with a devious gleam in her eye. Dandy chuckled lightly before beginning to plan their journey, their mission…They were going to find their mom…and just like that, the son rose and so did their spirits. Sometimes the biggest journeys are not the ones on hard terrain but rather in your soul. Maybe they would have to do both…who knows…all we know is the truth will guide them and so will their hope… [end] - - feel free to ask me any questions and I apologize if any spelling/Grammer is bad I wrote this really late and I am exhausted! Byeeee! -