Some say that witches have extended lives, being able to easily live two to three times longer than that of a mere human...<br/><br/>Others say that witches are immortal. They never die unless they were somehow unfortunate enough to meet with an early demise...It had long been agreed on that these must be the witches who had dabbled too far into the dark arts.<br/><br/>If one were to muster up enough courage to approach Sabrie and manage to ask her the same questions, then she would merely smile that quiet smile of hers before her eyes took on a faraway look as she began to reminisce of the distant past. Unfortunately, most never stayed long enough to hear her tale and so she would muse over the past herself...<br/><br/>It was probably a century ago...no, more than a century ago when that fateful incident occurred. During that time, there was a witch named Salira. A mere village hedge witch, her powers weren't extraordinary like many other well known witches of the time. In fact, she had very little magical ability at her disposal. Taking care of the village's needs was the simple act of going out into the wilderness to search for the materials she needed before stumbling back to her humble little abode and putting her concoctions together.<br/><br/>Oftentimes, these little journeys would take up the better part of her day. This meant that the villagers were expected to wait two days before they came back to pick up the prepared remedy, potion, or salve that they had requested. For some odd reason, even though Salira wasn't talented with the arts and she never charmed her work in any way, her concoctions never failed to work their wonders as they had been meant to. Sometimes they even seemed to grant small miracles.<br/><br/>Little did Salira know that she actually had quite a bit of latent magic hiding deep within her. It just tended to show itself in rather...interesting ways and situations. Let it be known that the witch was of fair skin, oval face framed by long locks of raven black. Her figure was petite, reaching only a height of 5' 3". From afar it was rather easy to mistake her for a child. Oh the times that she longed to look like a beauty! To be tall and voluptuous with curves that others would envy. Alas, it was not to be for a witch's own spells never lasted long on themselves. Considering how her capabilities were so low, the thought had never stayed in mind for long.<br/><br/>But what is a lonely witch to do without a warlock to entertain her? The nights were long and lonely on the outskirts of the town. Her little home was so far off that it may as well have been secluded in an area of its own. Having no fear of discovery, the lewd witch would while away the late hours of the night with sheer pleasure. Too enthralled in ecstasy as she explored her own body, she never noticed the shadows in the house. Twitching, dancing, roiling. It was as if the shadows were alive. Darkening, solidifying...magical. This was her magic unawakened, still thriving to reach its full potential. Herbs that had been left overnight in the small abode soaked in this dark magic, so much good being derived from so many sins...<br/><br/>It was on the night when the moon was at its fullest, the time of year when it was roundest and shone its brightest that the shadows in the house were darkest...Moonlight once again found Salira writhing on her bed, panting, gasping, desperately trying to find release when something very odd happened. The shadows moved ever so slightly. Brushing it off as her imagination, the witch continued on until she found sweet bliss, eyes fluttering closed as her body went limp against the sheets. This moment was shortened by the sudden shock she received when a woman appeared, kneeling, between her legs.<br/><br/>A familiar face stared up at her with a wickedly seductive expression. Salira's eyes widened as she realized...it was her own face. Her own face, but so very different at the same time. Closer inspection made her heart flutter as she stared down at the ideal image that she had always longed for herself. Before she could speak, before she could gather her thoughts, the woman gracefully leaned upwards, pushing her back onto the bed before placing a pale, slender finger on her lips. "Shh..." The voice was low and alluring and Salira found herself instantly transfixed. "Let go...of your inhibitions..." With this last phrase it seemed as if the darkness swelled up around the woman, thin tendrils of it seemed to be coming out of her skin and reaching towards Salira before the witch found herself engulfed and lost within the dark maze of Sabrie forever...<br/><br/>A small smile quirked Sabrie's full lips, with a soft sigh her mind returned back to reality. Seated comfortably against a mountain of cushions that came in all shapes and colors, she wondered idly where her latest assistant had wandered off to. With a base located on a small oasis, her home was situated within a small paradise...though outside of that paradise she loathed to venture in. Thus the handy new recruit to do all of her chores. Various herbs, spices, and poultices were scattered around the room, sitting in small jars along shelves or rather large drums in the corners. Some dried ingredients even hung down from the ceiling.<br/><br/>Once in a while, she left her little abode and traveled to the kingdoms nearby. Offering her services as a witch, though most knew her as a sorceress of sorts, she rather enjoyed these visits as with each one she found new ways to coax and persuade yet another foolish human to sacrifice something dear to them. Or sometimes even themselves. From time to time people actually seeked her out, traveling through the seemingly endless desert hoping to stumble upon that mirage of an oasis. Many perished, a few were lucky enough to actually find her home, most never left and none know for sure what happened to them.<br/><br/>It had been a few hours already since she had sent her new kunoichi on an errand, a simple task of bringing back some ginseng. Simple but irritatingly so as it required traversing to the nearest town and hoping they had some available. Fresh herbs were just so hard to come by in the desert. Rather bored as she had nothing better to do at the moment, she sighed and leaned back against the pillows, sinking in against the soft cushions beneath and slowly drifting back to sleep.