Cave Grotto Witch
Hairless hag hops through stone carved still caverns. Skin pale, spiderweb cracked alabaster slithering along walls. Fingers grope, tease and caress the halls. Poking and prodding into every nook and cranny the which slowly moves through re picturing the surfaces within her head.Her eyes long since shriveled and dried, sunken back into empty husk sockets. Eye tongue having grown fat and bloated from lack of water like a giant purple maggot it writhes and flexes towards moisture. Hair having grown stale and stiff, what remains is small semi clumps of rot. Finger and toe nails cracked, joints hardened and stiffened they shriek in protest as she moves.
Her ears are gone, ripped off and damaged beyond repair from self mutilation. Her sense of smell though has evolved beyond any animal found deep down. Fingers having developed beyond senses allow this horrible hag to track prey through touch. She registers smells within her catalogue numbering each one.
Her horrid snuffling can be heard through the caverns as she slowly snorts the air.
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