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As there are legends of the elder sister in the plateau, the stories of the witchy woman in the woods - the ghost mother, the vengeful bride that looks in your window for her baby - abound across all of Appalachia.
Amongst the eastern band of the Cherokee she might be mistaken for one of the Raven Mockers, twisted witches that lay in the way of darkness, prepared to steal away the livers and lives of the sick and the dying.
Why over in Pikeville, Kentucky, they might tell you she’s Miss Octavia Hatcher who was buried alive and haunts the land her body sleeps in, hands all bloody from raking at the inside of her casket. In the Cumberland Gap, they’d warn you of the pale and hungry mother who wanders the hills like an old blind wolf and would eat you right up with all her mouths if you went too far into the wrong woods.
These yarns were spun to teach you to stay safe and mind common sense - and most importantly, your mama. The stories that get lost, though, the ones hardly nobody ever lived to tell, were often just blunt and simple warnings: there is darkness here. Fear it. Trust those who can see through it, and you might live to see the dawn. Or then again, maybe not.
Old Gods of Appalachia / Episode 12: The Other Queen
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The problem was not that they had become so enamored with becoming wolves that they had decided to forsake their given forms – that had happened in the past, would happen again. Sometimes folks is just born into the wrong shape and need to be able to shift to find home.
Being a wolf is a beautiful and deadly thing, all that speed and power – oh, the jaws alone are worth the loss of humanity. To be a wolf is a thing of spring-loaded joy, a black-gummed panting death, of pack and ground, torn tendon, blood and broken bones, and feasting abandon beneath a split and howling sky, but... to be a wolf with the mind of a mortal man or woman - no.
No, we can’t be trusted with that kind of power without being broken by it. Not even the wise women of the Clutch.
Old Gods of Appalachia / The Wolf Sisters, Part 1
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For sisters, loneliness is a different bird entire. It nests under the breastbone, a hard but brittle place where the ache for family is born.
An ache that runs like rusty barbed wire into the blackness trying to connect to the next fence post of blood and shared stories, but it always feels too far.
Old Gods of Appalachia / Episode 11: Season Two Prologue
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"By the bones of the hills that birthed us, by the mother’s blood and newest moon, by the water that runs and the fire that burns, by that which loves above the earth not below - I bind you. I make you safe. I make you whole."
Old Gods of Appalachia / The Wolf Sisters, Part 3
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It’s a delicate balance to teach a boy to be both brave enough and scared enough to live in the world at ten years old. It’s a balance that can sometimes go... all kinds of wrong.
Old Gods of Appalachia / Episode 12: The Other Queen
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Skin Tom had come with the beast that was called Miss Lavinia back then, who had been full to bursting with the dark touch of their masters.
She showed up buck naked and covered in somebody else’s blood, which the granny ladies found distasteful and show-offy. And the end result was that Skin Tom had to wear this damn hood and cape now, an injustice he deeply resented.
Old Gods of Appalachia / Episode 13: The Dark Earth at Night
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The Quiet, though... well that’s something else. The Quiet has a whole bunch of names - none of them it'll spell for you, so you can’t tell it to go home or to hell or anywhere else. It just sits there - drinking up your sleep like a skeeter sucking blood, leaving itchy spots you’d scratch into open wounds if you could reach them.
Old Gods of Appalachia / Episode 11: Season Two Prologue
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“You see, little witch – we wish to wipe clean your slate and start you over. The blood of the good doctor has opened you, the blood of this child will feed you. You will wake new, barely more than a babe and you will be​—​”
“No,” she said, shaking her head.
“What?”
“I said no. You are still the stupidest thing with hooves, aren’t you?”
The Stag did not reply.
Old Gods of Appalachia / Episode 10: Last Harbor
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As I’ve told you before, there are places in this world that humanity was never meant to see - but y’all came anyway. Y’all, the people before you, pushing into the darkness and through the green, carving up the land and parceling it out to outsiders.
We cry out in lamentation and calamity and beg the unheeding heavens for mercy, so shocked to find what we have so clearly sought. The lands that were meant to remain unseen and unknown shrink by the day.
And that’s where we find ourselves this time, down in the valley where the shadow is the bluest, and we are in the pines, in the pines, where the sun don’t ever shine, and we’ll shiver the whole night through.
Old Gods of Appalachia / Episode 11: Season Two Prologue
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Generations ago, something rose from the earth bearing a mantle of death stitched from a tapestry of stolen life. It took the deaths of many a good man and woman and the disillusion of many a haint and creeping shadow before they were able to count her pattern and to find where she laid her head.
There are things that have walked these mountains since Those Who Sleep Beneath were entombed in their black earth slumber, that are capable of destroying or devouring the bones and minds of those they encountered. Things beyond mere life and death.
Perhaps she’s one of these. Perhaps she is some aberration of the green, turned inward and gone to rot. Perhaps she’s a haint or a booger that grew so dark and hungry that she found her own way to feed.
Regardless, the stories and the research led them to this nameless, faceless place every seven years to renew the bonds. Dead earth and still air. This place where there lay a single grave - a grave that every seven years would birth death in the shape of a woman and a babe. A grave that had lain silent for the past fourteen, or so it had seemed.
The rite was complicated and involved arts unknown except to the wisest and oldest grannies, fueled by the blood of two of the foulest things to ever crawl from the inner dark - two from each. Two to weave, two to be the wool.
Old Gods of Appalachia / Episode 13: The Dark Earth at Night
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There used to be a road that led to this place, but both sides agreed that it would be best if it was forgotten - and so it was.
There used to be folks that lived around here, but both sides agreed it would be best if they moved or passed on - and so they did.
It was deemed a place too tainted and too dangerous for man or haint to inhabit... and so they didn’t.
There are forces that even the glorious vastness of the green and the ravening hunger of the inner dark do not understand and cannot harness or destroy; so binding is the best they can do.
Old Gods of Appalachia / Episode 13: The Dark Earth at Night
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