The silence makes your ears ring and both glass eyes squint hard against the bright carpet of white in this otherwise charcoal forest. This is absolutely miserable. Ouija -who was content with one more being in the snow rather than sinking in the now cold sands- no longer allows her tongue to hang out between dulling adult teeth in fear of freezing her small lungs. She walks silently beside you to your left, her oily eyes watching your whereabouts with caution. The silence grows more eerie as the two of you make your way deeper into the forest; but why you're here, you're not even sure.

Ouija is the first to experience the persistent ringing in her ears. The fox tucks her head into her breast time after time, pawing at each black-tipped ear as she walks along beside you (who is completely oblivious to the growing irritation in the back of your head). Yeah, for once, that's not us. The snow makes groaning noises under your weight, the moisture locked inside of frozen patterns wanting to escape under the pressure. 'N-n-nu.' a new voice cries inside your skull; we cower at the detached and faceless noise. Used to us playing with your mind, you continue to stroll along.

Finally the snow kit stop, her damp nose buried in the ever-growing layer of snow. She rubs her ears on the ground, eventually falling to her side and whining while the ringing pierces her sensitive ears. 'Noooo, nooooo!' the voice finally forms a word. You stop in your tracks, glancing down at your companion who tries so desperately to rid her brain of this creeping silence. "Ouija?" you whisper, ears tilted forward and concern twisting your expression.

The fox begins to growl, irritation growing in her still young mind as she fails to stop the ringing. Fed up with it, she rolls to her feet and takes off into the solid forest without warning. "Ouija!" you shout, your raspy voice cracking in the night air. Without hesitation, your legs pull from the freezing earth and follow the camouflaged fox. The snow slowly fills up your remaining tracks. Lost in a white washed maze, angered Ouija stops at a solid wall, breathing hard in the silence of the maze that she had so carelessly found herself caught in. 'Nuuuu.'

You are only just now coming up to the maze, glossy eyes shifting with panic when the blood splatters come into view; no small paw prints dot the fresh powder, but still you cannot help but envision Ouija in a bloody mess. You study the bodily fluid as you pass by it, your neck arched back to watch the now lifeless liquid. A jagged hoof kicks something across the top of the powder, you body screeching to a halt and eyes growing wide. The starch paper looks aged and weathered, symbols that you cannot understand, some dashed with smaller symbols above them.

Your eyes take in the sight but cannot focus completely once another small print is spotted just above where the snow-littered paper now resides. Looking up, you notice that the indents take to the right of this course; you follow them with fright dancing in your stomach and in your flighty legs.

"Voodoo." 'Ouija.' 'Voices'
Voodoo takes a right, following Ouija and disregarding the paper.
No prior refusals.
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Voodoo seeks: Grandfathered :: [Magic: Dark x Light | Can feel another's pain through physical touch and take away ailments both small and large. He will be stuck with this ailment until he can detox. The ailments will show on his body as if they had been his all along while the one who is healed returns almost immediately to normal health. In order to detox from the healing he must submerge chest deep in any water and then the ailment will leave his body in a cloud of thick black smoke from his ears/mouth/nostrils.]

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