05-16-2018, 06:17 PM
A burst of laughter erupted from deep within her lungs
Tears trailed down her face accompanying the deep and hearty laughs.
"Why suppress those feelings? Why not harness that bloodlust and channel it?" She licked her lips voraciously as she asked, her voice full of amazement at the concept of someone so similar to how she was to this man elf.
Running her fingers through the uneven silver white strands a small sigh escaped her lips.
The silver haired, red eyed maiden looked truly surprised, even now with her body restored, her hair cut short, in unceremonious fashion.
"it would seem my hair does not count as healed." She said jokingly at the long eared man who seemed to look oddly confused at the sudden shift in her actions.
"I'm not so different than you." She explained. "Truth be told I fully intend to go back to that mob, and kill each and every single one of them, They will rot in the darkest part of my dungeon until the time I bleed every.....last.....drop.... of ...... blood. from them." Her face distorted silently into one of sadistic lust at the thought.
Oddly enough the normal more gentle side of Hecate seemed perfectly fine with this prospect.
Her orb of omnillium still in her hand, her crimson eyes focused on it as the omniscient light filled the area. a brand new uniform of the witch corpse sat neatly folded in her hand beside the glowing orb.
"Pardon me." She said politely as she discarded the tattered remnants of her uniform and underclothing. replacing them with little regard for weather or not Jak was watching.
Adjusting the clothes to fit her figure Hecate finally turned around to face the elf. If he had been watching Hecate didn't know.
"So what can this dark side do?" She asked with interest.
Tears trailed down her face accompanying the deep and hearty laughs.
"Why suppress those feelings? Why not harness that bloodlust and channel it?" She licked her lips voraciously as she asked, her voice full of amazement at the concept of someone so similar to how she was to this man elf.
Running her fingers through the uneven silver white strands a small sigh escaped her lips.
The silver haired, red eyed maiden looked truly surprised, even now with her body restored, her hair cut short, in unceremonious fashion.
"it would seem my hair does not count as healed." She said jokingly at the long eared man who seemed to look oddly confused at the sudden shift in her actions.
"I'm not so different than you." She explained. "Truth be told I fully intend to go back to that mob, and kill each and every single one of them, They will rot in the darkest part of my dungeon until the time I bleed every.....last.....drop.... of ...... blood. from them." Her face distorted silently into one of sadistic lust at the thought.
Oddly enough the normal more gentle side of Hecate seemed perfectly fine with this prospect.
Her orb of omnillium still in her hand, her crimson eyes focused on it as the omniscient light filled the area. a brand new uniform of the witch corpse sat neatly folded in her hand beside the glowing orb.
"Pardon me." She said politely as she discarded the tattered remnants of her uniform and underclothing. replacing them with little regard for weather or not Jak was watching.
Adjusting the clothes to fit her figure Hecate finally turned around to face the elf. If he had been watching Hecate didn't know.
"So what can this dark side do?" She asked with interest.