#( ocm : amalgamate sauer the wise old witch )

[vendettavalor]

// For a witch, their familiar is more than just a companion. It is a representation of who they are and their very soul. At a young age, they go through a trial that tests their heart as well as their abilities, and from that their familiar's shape is revealed. They can change shape as needed, but they mostly default to one True Form. Their familiar walks with them through life and is said to guide their spirit to rest after death before reincarnating into the animal that is their True Form.

// According to some sources, some witches may have multiple familiar. This usually happens because said familiars were given to them by other witches. It's very uncommon for a witch to have multiple familiars naturally.

// During the Mythic Wars, Amalgamate stood beside a lot of good witches - many of them friends. At the hour of their death, she was there to comfort them and hold their hands as they passed. Because their deaths were often painful and slow, they did not want their familiars to suffer their pain and used their last breaths to tie them to Amalgamate instead. This had significant meaning, as it meant that their spirits would never rest and be condemned to an eternity in purgatory. Still, she honored their wishes knowing what it would mean, sparing their familiars the agony and allowing them to linger after death.

// To this day, Amalgamate maintains charge over these familiars. She walks with her own three (a large black wolf, a black cat, and a raven) as well as the two of her two closest friends' who cannot bear to be apart from her (a white cat and a little black Scottish Terrier). The rest that she managed to save linger on the ranch near her secret cottage in the woods. Occasionally, they rotate out and join her. Most like to stay at the cottage however, as it's close to the final resting places of their old witch companions.

// For a nonexhaustive list of the familiars she takes care of, see below the cut:

Scottish terrier - Jack

Giant Poodle - Boye

Black Cat - Igor (Amalgamate’s)

White cat - Mune

Raven - Nevermore (Amalgamate’s)

Black Wolf - Nightshade (Amalgamate’s)

Crow - Cairn

Butterfly - Juliette

Preying Mantis - Norman

Rat - Atticus

Mouse - Luma

Hare - Juniper

Rabbit - Lorelei

Ferret - Gloria

Boar - Benvolio

Potbelly Pig - Penelope

Ram - Trityn

Billy Goat - Elliott

Sheep - Wooliette

Black Fresian Horse - Harkin

Frog - Mushroom

Toad - Wart

Moth - Lamp

Iguana - Marcus

Crocodile - Joanna

Chameleon - Drevius

Axolotl - Julian

Newt - Wiccaby

Grizzly Bear - Moriarity

Miniature Horse - Gala

Betta Fish - Charmie

Koi - Lillian

Mako Shark - Nora

Piebald Deer - Marius

[vendettamuses]

“The trickiest part of witchcraft is learning how to fly a broom because if you’re anything like me, you tried to ride it like it was a surfboard and that is most definitely not how it was meant to be ridden.”

[vendettavalor]

⚔️ WHAT DOES YOUR SOUL LOOK LIKE ⚔️

AMALGAMATE SAUER

BLOOD IN A LAMB'S WOOL

You're the victim, right? It hurts, every day it hurts. It's obvious you're tainted, pulled into hell as soon as you stepped upon earth. You'll never know peace, you'll never know a life without violence. Im sorry. Wash your face and your hands, don't let your wounds carve deeper.

TAGGED BY: @tacticalvalor (bless u bestie)

TAGGING: Y O U

[vendettavalor]

Kindred Spirits

⚔️ For @uncxntrxllable 's Charlie and Fang! ⚔️

At the end of the busy street sat the shop. The cobblestone footpath that cut through the center of the downtown shopping area to highlight the countless stores and small shops, illuminated by old light posts and hanging lanterns, seemed to guide the two right to the old building. It had some wear and tear, and the front could do with a sweeping to brush away the fallen leaves. But that aside, it seemed like a perfectly preserved Tudor building straight out of the victorian era, with a cobblestone foundation, familiar cream walls and brown pillars that supported a black-pitched roof. Jutting out from one supporting wooden column was an iron sign.

The Cat's Cauldron.

Just outside the front door sat two cats- one white and one black- and a raven. The bird sat up from where it was perched comfortably on the very top of a wooden broom handle and looked at the two as they approached. Its head tilted back and forth, gaze eyeing the girl and the coyote respectively before it flapped its wings and cawed loudly. Both cats seemed far more idle and casual about their interest in the duo, each simply rising to their feet, stretching, and heading back through the slightly open door as if inviting the duo to follow. They pushed it open with their paws, letting it swing open with a steady creak to reveal the inside.

The inside was illuminated by an old chandelier with dim incandescent bulbs and various candles that showcased dark shelves lined with all manner of archaic and gothic trinkets. Skulls trapped in resins, taxidermy animals, amulets and charms, talismans and bottles that glowed and swirled with strange, vibrant colored liquids. Piles upon piles of dusty old books inlaid with gems in their heavily worn leather covers. The smell of vanilla, old paper, and spiced incense hung pleasantly in the air, betraying the fact that this was indeed a witch's lair.

Both cats moved to the counter at the back of the shop, hopping onto it and staring at the duo. Behind them, the raven flew in and came to land on the register beside the cats. It called its beak and gestured to the bell on the counter with a worn label peeling off of its curve that simple said ring for service.