Which archestrix? The ponerostrix
It’s good to be the queen. But it’s somewhat less good to be the queen of the dead.
“Welcome to the coven, sister. Here’s a folder explaining our
bylaws, dress code, stuff like that. You can look it over later. Right
now, we’ll want to get you assigned a familiar and have you swear an
oath to the Witch Queen.”
“Hecate, which queen did you think?”
you’ll want to meet our board of trustees. Although I think Secretary
Flense is out of the office this evening. She transforms into a
bitch-wolf during full moons, you see. She’s a Were-She.”
“Oh, on some moor, killing sheep, probably.”
we can still get your soul sworn over to Hecate, Queen of Witches.
That’s the most important step in becoming a new member of our dark,
mysterious, secret society.”
“The Queen of Witches?”
“The queen of which is Hecate, like I just said, duh. Do you just not listen, sister?”
Wear this shirt: to Bible camp and be assured of a mercifully quick ticket home.
Don’t wear this shirt: at the table. The bugs make our stomachs crawl a little.
This shirt tells the world: “I’m a triple-threat to your button-down conventions, maaaan”
We call this color: Black She-Dog.
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