#mabsdrawlloweenclub2025 – Day 17: Baba Yaga

Under the crooked crescent moon, deep in the birchwood where the trees whisper secrets and the air tastes faintly of iron and moss, there she is – Baba Yaga herself, shuffling about her yard of bones. The fence rattles with skulls that grin too knowingly, and the scent of green bubbling brew drifts out like a memory you’d rather forget.

Her hut, of course, perches proudly on chicken legs – restless, fidgeting, ready to stomp or spin away at a moment’s notice. You can almost hear the creak of wood and feathered shuffle as it shifts, like it’s got opinions about who’s visiting tonight.

Baba Yaga isn’t your standard witch – she’s the test at the edge of the world. The wild grandmother. The forest’s own enforcer. She’ll feed you stew or feed you *to* the stew, depending on how polite you are and whether you remembered to bring a proper gift. Sometimes she helps heroes, sometimes she devours them, and sometimes she just laughs until dawn.

In the glow of her cauldron, I like to think she’s cooking up more than trouble – maybe just a potion for the long cold months ahead, or a little something to keep the house’s joints from creaking too loudly in the frost. The bones, the skulls, the mushrooms – decor for a witch who knows exactly where the boundaries are, because she built them herself.

Sweet dreams from the Slavic side of the forest tonight. Watch your step – and if the trees start leaning in to listen, best bow low and keep walking.

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