Remember the toy line My Little Pony? Remember how cute they were with those pretty colors, and curly hair, and cute little butt symbols? They were portrayed as young girls and never really seemed to get much older in maturity mentally and physically than a 13 year old.
Witchcraft, is a my little pony - only she's all grown up. Mature, for the most part, with a velvety lavender coat. She's short, as most little ponies tend to be. Her eyes are a striking emerald green, which is often curtained by a shroud of her hair. Her mane and tail are both very long, made up of large coiled curls in the colors of pumpkin orange and golden yellow. Her tail tends to sway just behind her ankles as her hair tends to fall to just above the small of her back, curls bouncing easily there.
Her body isn't the type that is generally seen about the furry world. She's not thin, but thick, with a lightly protruding bit of pudge at her stomach giving her a rather 'girlish' appearance. She has small modest breasts that tend to fill a B cup rather well. For what Witchy lacks upstairs she makes up for down below. Her hips are wide, supporting large and well rounded buttocks, right cheek sporting her 'symbol' AKA her 'Cutie mark'. The symbol is a witches floppy hat set against a crescent moon. The entire symbol has three stars surrounding it. Her thighs are thick and toned and her calves well muscled giving her the look of a really strong swimmer.
Generally Witchcraft is seen wearing a floppy witches hat strikingly similar to the one on her cutie mark. It's the color of a worn black, and sports a leather strap around it's circumference. Her ears poke through the brim easily. She carries around a well worn broom of untreated hardwood and vine.
Witchcraft tends to wear simple flare leg jeans and a flowing black shirt that has a habit of slipping over one shoulder.
Her voice is a soft alto, and has an industrial through the right ear.
Witchy is the embodiment of October, of the last harvest, of Autumn, of Samhain, of Halloween. Her scent itself carries the smell of the season; crisp and sharp, laced with the sweet smell of rotting leaves and the musk of a midnight fog rolling through moonlit trees.