02-06-2018, 09:44 PM
Hecate stormed out of the castle walls, her lust for blood overwhelming her sensed. As if watching from above the normal Hecate could do nothing but watch as her body darted into the woods outside the castle.
Her superior speed seemed to play a role in how fast she seemed to be moving through the tree's though her abilities to track anything were farm from good.
A shimmer of something caught her eye's as she stopped abruptly nearly stumbling over the thick tree roots. She could hear it, the sounds of people. "Perfect." she said as a wicked smile crept up on her features as she heard the sound of axe hitting wood. A small family staking a claim in the woods, what could go wrong? "Hecate stepped into the clearing, her breathing slowed to a chilling pace. inhale...........exhale slow and deliberate she watched each of the four people. one woman with three men all older than she.
Knife in hand she slowly advanced into the campsite or homestead Hecate couldn't tell the difference nor did she care...
"Who are you?" the axe toting man asked cautiously as he raised the axe up to show he was armed. "Too slow" Hecate said as she spun her blade around aiming to catch the man in the throat. Her purple blade bit flesh with a spray of violent crimson as the man's jugular was severed with frightening precision. Terror twisted his features as the wood axe fell to the ground as he gripped at his neck. "Shhhhh let it out...... let it all out." She whispered as she watched his blood flowing through his desperate fingers down his neck and staining his clothes a delightful shade of crimson. "Marvelous" She began to say before a sharp impact hit her in the back of her right leg. a loud bang followed. "What fool wishes to interrupt this!" She yelled out turning her attention towards the second man who was armed with some form of fire arm with a strange contraption atop it. "your next!" Hecate called out as she took a step towards her assailant. a sharp burning sensation filler her leg but she paid it no heed as she closed the distance while the man pulled back something on the weapon and slid it back in. He was slower than her as her blade swung around towards the mans midsection. Her blade met resistance as the blade bit deep ripping and tearing at the only barrier keeping his insides from spilling out. Hecate could feel a warm mist spray her in the face as the man dropped to his knee's wailing loudly.
Sparing no time Hecate kicked the man's weapon away from him. turning her attention to the two remaining people. The woman while older than her could not have been more than twenty five years old. The last man was an older man clearly not suited for the task of attacking her. "Please... spare us" The woman's meek voice called out with terror
Hecate said nothing as she walked towards the woman. The burning sensation in her leg turned to a mild gnawing pain. The woman realizing she was next took off running into the woods behind her. Hecate glanced at the elderly man before opting to leave him alive "The man has no time left anyways" she said with her wicked grin as she took off after the woman.
"Where oh where did you go?" Hecate called out, the blood from her first victems was already drying on her turning from the shade of crimson into a rust color. "The longer it takes the worse it will be for you!" Hecate called out as she walked between the tree's looking for even the slightest sign of movement. Almost as if ordained she could see the blond hair of the woman hiding in a bush not far from where Hecate stood.
"There you are." Hecate said, with her large sick smile, as she gripped the woman's long gold hair yanking her to her feet. The woman struggled against Hecate's arms kicking and swinging with wild abandon. "No... I cant have this." Hecate whispered sweetly to the woman as the now bloody knife slid in between the bones of the woman's lower spinal column with a sickening "Shink" Despair filled the woman as she cried out "My legs! I cant feel my legs!"
Hecate moved the knife a few inches higher before whispering to the woman almost like a lover "Do you want to lose the use of your arms too?"
Dejected the woman's arms stopped flailing as she was scooped up by Hecate who began making her way back towards the woman's campsite. "Please dont kill me." the woman pleaded. Hecate payed no heed to the woman's words, instead focused on the long pointed ears of the girl "What are you?" She asked thinking back to the day prior when she saw the guards at the gate way to this lush forest. "Are you an elf?" She asked with mind curiosity.
"I am." the woman conceded seeming to have given into fear, her limp legs flailed around matching Hecate's steps. she nearly slipped on a rock as her boots lost traction on the surface forcing her to look down at her right leg, blood oozed from a small hole in her leg. "A musket did this?" Hecate asked aloud, her experience with the lead balls fired by muskets was that they would go in the body of the target and stay there, but her wound had allowed the ball to pierce all the way through her thigh. Taking not of the wound she rubbed the bottom of her boot in the dirt to smear some of it off before continuing on.
The camp was a mess, the elderly man had left by the time Hecate and her prey arrived back. The body of the second man she had slain was laying in a puddle of blood and vicera unmoving. His weapon was still laying in the dirt where she had kicked it. gripping the musket she slowly turned her attention to the direction from whence she had come.
Traveling with a second person on her was proving to be far more tiring than when she lad left the castle, Though when she could see the towering walls between the trees she smiled. "Why am I so tired." She wondered as she stepped into the courtyard of the castle before collapsing under the weight of the partially paralyzed woman.
Her superior speed seemed to play a role in how fast she seemed to be moving through the tree's though her abilities to track anything were farm from good.
A shimmer of something caught her eye's as she stopped abruptly nearly stumbling over the thick tree roots. She could hear it, the sounds of people. "Perfect." she said as a wicked smile crept up on her features as she heard the sound of axe hitting wood. A small family staking a claim in the woods, what could go wrong? "Hecate stepped into the clearing, her breathing slowed to a chilling pace. inhale...........exhale slow and deliberate she watched each of the four people. one woman with three men all older than she.
Knife in hand she slowly advanced into the campsite or homestead Hecate couldn't tell the difference nor did she care...
"Who are you?" the axe toting man asked cautiously as he raised the axe up to show he was armed. "Too slow" Hecate said as she spun her blade around aiming to catch the man in the throat. Her purple blade bit flesh with a spray of violent crimson as the man's jugular was severed with frightening precision. Terror twisted his features as the wood axe fell to the ground as he gripped at his neck. "Shhhhh let it out...... let it all out." She whispered as she watched his blood flowing through his desperate fingers down his neck and staining his clothes a delightful shade of crimson. "Marvelous" She began to say before a sharp impact hit her in the back of her right leg. a loud bang followed. "What fool wishes to interrupt this!" She yelled out turning her attention towards the second man who was armed with some form of fire arm with a strange contraption atop it. "your next!" Hecate called out as she took a step towards her assailant. a sharp burning sensation filler her leg but she paid it no heed as she closed the distance while the man pulled back something on the weapon and slid it back in. He was slower than her as her blade swung around towards the mans midsection. Her blade met resistance as the blade bit deep ripping and tearing at the only barrier keeping his insides from spilling out. Hecate could feel a warm mist spray her in the face as the man dropped to his knee's wailing loudly.
Sparing no time Hecate kicked the man's weapon away from him. turning her attention to the two remaining people. The woman while older than her could not have been more than twenty five years old. The last man was an older man clearly not suited for the task of attacking her. "Please... spare us" The woman's meek voice called out with terror
Hecate said nothing as she walked towards the woman. The burning sensation in her leg turned to a mild gnawing pain. The woman realizing she was next took off running into the woods behind her. Hecate glanced at the elderly man before opting to leave him alive "The man has no time left anyways" she said with her wicked grin as she took off after the woman.
"Where oh where did you go?" Hecate called out, the blood from her first victems was already drying on her turning from the shade of crimson into a rust color. "The longer it takes the worse it will be for you!" Hecate called out as she walked between the tree's looking for even the slightest sign of movement. Almost as if ordained she could see the blond hair of the woman hiding in a bush not far from where Hecate stood.
"There you are." Hecate said, with her large sick smile, as she gripped the woman's long gold hair yanking her to her feet. The woman struggled against Hecate's arms kicking and swinging with wild abandon. "No... I cant have this." Hecate whispered sweetly to the woman as the now bloody knife slid in between the bones of the woman's lower spinal column with a sickening "Shink" Despair filled the woman as she cried out "My legs! I cant feel my legs!"
Hecate moved the knife a few inches higher before whispering to the woman almost like a lover "Do you want to lose the use of your arms too?"
Dejected the woman's arms stopped flailing as she was scooped up by Hecate who began making her way back towards the woman's campsite. "Please dont kill me." the woman pleaded. Hecate payed no heed to the woman's words, instead focused on the long pointed ears of the girl "What are you?" She asked thinking back to the day prior when she saw the guards at the gate way to this lush forest. "Are you an elf?" She asked with mind curiosity.
"I am." the woman conceded seeming to have given into fear, her limp legs flailed around matching Hecate's steps. she nearly slipped on a rock as her boots lost traction on the surface forcing her to look down at her right leg, blood oozed from a small hole in her leg. "A musket did this?" Hecate asked aloud, her experience with the lead balls fired by muskets was that they would go in the body of the target and stay there, but her wound had allowed the ball to pierce all the way through her thigh. Taking not of the wound she rubbed the bottom of her boot in the dirt to smear some of it off before continuing on.
The camp was a mess, the elderly man had left by the time Hecate and her prey arrived back. The body of the second man she had slain was laying in a puddle of blood and vicera unmoving. His weapon was still laying in the dirt where she had kicked it. gripping the musket she slowly turned her attention to the direction from whence she had come.
Traveling with a second person on her was proving to be far more tiring than when she lad left the castle, Though when she could see the towering walls between the trees she smiled. "Why am I so tired." She wondered as she stepped into the courtyard of the castle before collapsing under the weight of the partially paralyzed woman.