05-10-2018, 07:29 PM
Her red eyes adjusted to the sunlight she realized with an almost frightening disparity. even if it was the Elves that held her chains these people and things were not bound by the same laws that the elves had.
Her hands clasped together, by the iron, still eating away at her flesh, the sting of stones striking. It was ecstatic to the maiden.
limping to her feet Hecate found herself the object of attention to a mob numbering in the hundreds.
"An auction? a show?" she pondered silently as she was led to a central dias. All eyes upon her as she was forced to her knees by another sharp blade to the thigh. A cheer rose from the crowd as they crowded in to get a close watch of the coming events.
Her chains were quickly looped into a pair of iron loops, spreading her arms into an uncomfortable position, her chin rested painfully on the clean wooden block.
There was no tell tale sound of an axe being sharpened, so it was clearly not an execution, at least not one in the guise of what she was used to.
A flash of steel unknown to her, a sword from behind. Sensation, burning agony. her right hand hit the wooden platform her eyes focused on the still moving fingers. Twitching as the final signals if information left the nerves. The chain holding her hand went limp, with nothing left to keep her arm from slipping out of it. Instinctively Hecate tucked the stump into her chest as blood poured from her wrist.
Pain racked Hecate’s mind bringing the blue eyed persona forward pushing the Dark hecate into the abyss of her mind. A whimped formed on her lips as she looked down at the bloody stump, unable to stem the flow of blood both from her new leg wound as well as the new wound. Hecate looked up
All she could see was red.
Her hands clasped together, by the iron, still eating away at her flesh, the sting of stones striking. It was ecstatic to the maiden.
limping to her feet Hecate found herself the object of attention to a mob numbering in the hundreds.
"An auction? a show?" she pondered silently as she was led to a central dias. All eyes upon her as she was forced to her knees by another sharp blade to the thigh. A cheer rose from the crowd as they crowded in to get a close watch of the coming events.
Her chains were quickly looped into a pair of iron loops, spreading her arms into an uncomfortable position, her chin rested painfully on the clean wooden block.
There was no tell tale sound of an axe being sharpened, so it was clearly not an execution, at least not one in the guise of what she was used to.
A flash of steel unknown to her, a sword from behind. Sensation, burning agony. her right hand hit the wooden platform her eyes focused on the still moving fingers. Twitching as the final signals if information left the nerves. The chain holding her hand went limp, with nothing left to keep her arm from slipping out of it. Instinctively Hecate tucked the stump into her chest as blood poured from her wrist.
Pain racked Hecate’s mind bringing the blue eyed persona forward pushing the Dark hecate into the abyss of her mind. A whimped formed on her lips as she looked down at the bloody stump, unable to stem the flow of blood both from her new leg wound as well as the new wound. Hecate looked up
All she could see was red.