04-13-2018, 07:18 PM
"You can say that." Hecate said as she walked, her leather boots with iron studs on the sole dug into the dirt leaving a small footprint behind. It was hard for Yandere Lover to really notice it much, clearly her boots had been designed for ease of concealment in wooded areas.
"What else?" Hecate asked as she turned her head backwards towards him for the first time.
"ummm..." The boy said as he thought about the books he had read as well as the things he had seen. "You are a mage?" He said with a light question in his tone.
"Witch" Hecate corrected. "In my culture, only males bear the title of Mage, for us women, we are treated more as slaves, or prisoners." She explained without emotion.
"What is the difference?" The boy asked as he felt a sliver of joy in knowing more about his waifu, and the fact she was somewhat opening up to him.
"Mages are.... more of the tacticians, I guess would be the best way to word it. Where as we of the Witch Corps, were more front line shock infantry." She described as her mind went back to the days when she had gone at it with mages. "They think they are better than us, since all witches are disposable, of each class of 100 witches only a maximum of 25 ever survive, sometimes even less. A witch is made powerful by breaking her, and who she is as a person." Hecate began to explain as the pair reached what looked to be an animal path in the woods. Hecate looked around straining her hearing to its limits before continuing on her path.
"Every day was a struggle to stay alive, learning how to use magic, learning how to never be vulnerable, learning how to accept your lot in life." Hecate elaborated before coming to a halt, In the distance she could see what appeared to be a spear poking out from above a bush, moving slowly almost as if it was being carried by a sentry.
Hecate walked closer towards whoever was holding the spear, keeping her weapons in the sheaths they now rested in. Abducting ld be the same as a declaration of war, considering that she knew next to nothing about the elves it was not a wise idea to initiate open war just by herself.
A simple not of her head was the only acknowledgment she gave the spear wielder as she looked at him while passing. The man was clad in interlinking armor scales and long thin strips of plate.It made for a formidable and impressive looking armor, the likes of which Hecate had not seen before. The spear was no longer than eight feet in length but the curve of the head made the weapon look very capable of delivering lethal blows with ease. The spearhead itself reminded Hecate of a snake, or a flame.
The sentryman stopped Hecate and the boy as they passed, taking notice of the armed state of the pair. “What business do you have with those of the great tree?” He asked, the tip of his spear shifted from upright to an angle. Hecate knew that bringing forth the spear from that position was not only efficient but also very effective. “We are mere exploring primes. Looking for a place to lay our head.” Hecate said, even with her wicked smile the lie sounded convincing, at least to Yandere Lover.
"What else?" Hecate asked as she turned her head backwards towards him for the first time.
"ummm..." The boy said as he thought about the books he had read as well as the things he had seen. "You are a mage?" He said with a light question in his tone.
"Witch" Hecate corrected. "In my culture, only males bear the title of Mage, for us women, we are treated more as slaves, or prisoners." She explained without emotion.
"What is the difference?" The boy asked as he felt a sliver of joy in knowing more about his waifu, and the fact she was somewhat opening up to him.
"Mages are.... more of the tacticians, I guess would be the best way to word it. Where as we of the Witch Corps, were more front line shock infantry." She described as her mind went back to the days when she had gone at it with mages. "They think they are better than us, since all witches are disposable, of each class of 100 witches only a maximum of 25 ever survive, sometimes even less. A witch is made powerful by breaking her, and who she is as a person." Hecate began to explain as the pair reached what looked to be an animal path in the woods. Hecate looked around straining her hearing to its limits before continuing on her path.
"Every day was a struggle to stay alive, learning how to use magic, learning how to never be vulnerable, learning how to accept your lot in life." Hecate elaborated before coming to a halt, In the distance she could see what appeared to be a spear poking out from above a bush, moving slowly almost as if it was being carried by a sentry.
Hecate walked closer towards whoever was holding the spear, keeping her weapons in the sheaths they now rested in. Abducting ld be the same as a declaration of war, considering that she knew next to nothing about the elves it was not a wise idea to initiate open war just by herself.
A simple not of her head was the only acknowledgment she gave the spear wielder as she looked at him while passing. The man was clad in interlinking armor scales and long thin strips of plate.It made for a formidable and impressive looking armor, the likes of which Hecate had not seen before. The spear was no longer than eight feet in length but the curve of the head made the weapon look very capable of delivering lethal blows with ease. The spearhead itself reminded Hecate of a snake, or a flame.
The sentryman stopped Hecate and the boy as they passed, taking notice of the armed state of the pair. “What business do you have with those of the great tree?” He asked, the tip of his spear shifted from upright to an angle. Hecate knew that bringing forth the spear from that position was not only efficient but also very effective. “We are mere exploring primes. Looking for a place to lay our head.” Hecate said, even with her wicked smile the lie sounded convincing, at least to Yandere Lover.