02-06-2018, 04:10 PM
Hecate watched as Warren changed into what appeared to be a full suit of glossy or enameled armor. It didn't look like anything from her world but yet Hecate wondered why such armor was needed at this time.
A small wrinkle formed on Hecate's brow, her eye's shifted to the pinkish red, the telltale sign of the darker personality of Hecate being in control. In and instant her knife was spun out from it's hiding place and a loud thud could be heard as she plunged the purple blade hilt deep into the table. "Do i know what fire is? Boy! do not presume to confuse me for a fool. Your technology while handy, does not give you permission nor the capability to make a fool of me. Were I of a mind I would drain you of every last drop of your blood for such insolence!" Despite her words coming off as yelling the dark side of Hecate nearly hoped he would draw a weapon. Nigh she hungered for it. "You do not impress me boy. If I so wished I could flay the very skin off of your muscle and spend days keeping you on the very cusp of death. Tell me boy have you ever known such pain that you long for death? Nor the despair of knowing it will not come? I Think not.... Make little of me again boy and I shall ensure that you understand what I mean. very...very well."
With those words Hecate withdrew the knife from the table and stormed off.
Hecate didnt have any idea of where she would go but she now had a lust for blood. someone was going to die, and she didnt well care who....
A small wrinkle formed on Hecate's brow, her eye's shifted to the pinkish red, the telltale sign of the darker personality of Hecate being in control. In and instant her knife was spun out from it's hiding place and a loud thud could be heard as she plunged the purple blade hilt deep into the table. "Do i know what fire is? Boy! do not presume to confuse me for a fool. Your technology while handy, does not give you permission nor the capability to make a fool of me. Were I of a mind I would drain you of every last drop of your blood for such insolence!" Despite her words coming off as yelling the dark side of Hecate nearly hoped he would draw a weapon. Nigh she hungered for it. "You do not impress me boy. If I so wished I could flay the very skin off of your muscle and spend days keeping you on the very cusp of death. Tell me boy have you ever known such pain that you long for death? Nor the despair of knowing it will not come? I Think not.... Make little of me again boy and I shall ensure that you understand what I mean. very...very well."
With those words Hecate withdrew the knife from the table and stormed off.
Hecate didnt have any idea of where she would go but she now had a lust for blood. someone was going to die, and she didnt well care who....