The young witch hadn't originally wanted to be what she was, she hadn't known what he was at the time either but being young and homeless it hadn't mattered to her at thLol, e time. She had hardly been surprised when he'd started sharing his passions with her and before she knew it, the young girl found herself transforming before her very eyes into something else. It had started easily enough, with the crafting of peculiarly colored liquids to magic occurring before her very eyes. By now, Serafina was fully aware of what she was just as much as she was aware of the supernatural world that surrounds her. Although the young girl was still ill at ease with the new role she found herself participating in, she had to admit that she did find a wicked sort of joy in the various potions she was capable of making with just the right weeds and the right touch of magic. It was that which drove her out here, past the protective layers of the city and into the wilderness beyond. Even though she was well aware of the creatures that haunted these forests. Although the weres had never been particularly nice to her, they'd atleast left her alone enough that she felt comfortable enough to venture into those forests alone.



Today, Serafina's client had wanted something rather mundane, as far as the young girl was concerned. She was terribly used to the process of love potions. They were by far their best selling item, if only for their effectiveness. Serafina had never been taught the wiccan creeds. She'd never learned the taboos against influencing others or crafting untrue emotions. In truth, Serafina wasn't even sure that it mattered to her. Her clients walked away happy, and that often meant they came back for more. The coin that lined their pockets was enough for her. Today she was looking for Jasmine. He was always insistent that they found natural herbs, always insisted the wild ones were somehow more potent then the store bought things. Serafina wasn't sure if he was being truthful but he always seemed to know the difference - enough so that she was often trampling through the forests searching for whatever they'd run out of or soon would need more of.



She had been quite diligent in her searching and had been rewarded with a handful of goodies that surely would be put to use when the sound of voices nearby interrupted her. Curiosity had always been one of her greatest weaknesses, enough so that it had only taken her a single moment before she'd decided to venture through the shrubbery just to get a glimpse of that tantalizing voice. Her bare feet were cautious and silent as she crept closer towards the voice, pausing only behind the sanctuary of a solid tree trunk. Her pale grey gaze glanced around the tree, her eyes widening almost immediately at the sight in front of her. Serafina had certainly expected to come across something she shouldn't have but this was vastly different. Innately she knew she shouldn't be here. Her instincts screamed at her at the mere sight of the hunter before her. She knew she was in danger should she intervene and Serafina had never been particularly kind enough to put her own welfare before someone else. The girl hardly hesitated in twirling on the spot with the intent to run if it wasn't for a badly positioned twig that seemed to snap loudly beneath her usually quiet feet.