06-23-2018, 11:44 AM
Survival, Hecate mused on the true meaning of the word. “Something so base, so simple, yet…” The silver-haired maiden looked down at her prey, it’s chest rising and dropping with each labored breath. “Difficult” Her hand withdrawing from deep within the body, crimson liquid coating her hand like a well fitted glove. The ebb and flow of life slowly closed on her helpless victim.
And just like that, it was over, the young doe took its last breath, pained eyes blankly looking at the woman who paused, a silent laugh at the irony of the situation
“For one to live, another must die.” The statement rang true for the witch more so than anything else she had learned. The deer, it's precious sustenance was what she needed to keep herself moving
The pale witch wondered how long she had been wandering, had it been a month yet? She stopped caring, her focus just on the one thing she did now.
Surviving
A small campfire provided light to the murderous woman, the animal slain to provide food was already cookin on a makeshift spit.
Her clothes hung loose on her body evidence of the trials she had faced in the woods of the Tangled green.
In the distance she could hear the rustling of feet breaking sticks, moving branches. Telltale signs of pursuit. Who or whatever had been stalking her was staying out of sight, content to watch from the shadows. Hecate called out into the unknown. “This is my meal you may not take it!” curious, why was her first reaction to simply protect her makeshift campsite and meal.
There was no reply, a simple rustling of leaves and it was once again silent. It had been this way for several nights. Of course this was of no concern, She would just spear them once they attacked her in her sleep, Bandits and brigands seemed to always prefer such tactics. “No matter, when they do come to slit mine throat, I shall make sure to return the favor.” Her cardinal eyes shined at the prospect. But for now she would still play the role of a damsel in distress.
And just like that, it was over, the young doe took its last breath, pained eyes blankly looking at the woman who paused, a silent laugh at the irony of the situation
“For one to live, another must die.” The statement rang true for the witch more so than anything else she had learned. The deer, it's precious sustenance was what she needed to keep herself moving
The pale witch wondered how long she had been wandering, had it been a month yet? She stopped caring, her focus just on the one thing she did now.
Surviving
A small campfire provided light to the murderous woman, the animal slain to provide food was already cookin on a makeshift spit.
Her clothes hung loose on her body evidence of the trials she had faced in the woods of the Tangled green.
In the distance she could hear the rustling of feet breaking sticks, moving branches. Telltale signs of pursuit. Who or whatever had been stalking her was staying out of sight, content to watch from the shadows. Hecate called out into the unknown. “This is my meal you may not take it!” curious, why was her first reaction to simply protect her makeshift campsite and meal.
There was no reply, a simple rustling of leaves and it was once again silent. It had been this way for several nights. Of course this was of no concern, She would just spear them once they attacked her in her sleep, Bandits and brigands seemed to always prefer such tactics. “No matter, when they do come to slit mine throat, I shall make sure to return the favor.” Her cardinal eyes shined at the prospect. But for now she would still play the role of a damsel in distress.