Hecates curse

Caught unladylike

Before long they stopped, the attack was over. She stared down at the c*****e around her. Most of the beasts had referred back to their original states. Their souls were free of the curse. It wasn’t their fault, they were just in the wrong place at the wrong time, leaving them to be taken over by the beast. She bent forward and shook a severed head off her blood soaked petticoat and tutted in dismay. “And I just got this cleaned” she moaned “Paŕee is going to kill me”. She looked around once more and laughed at the irony. She fastened her petticoat around her hips. Her ears twitched as she heard a sound behind her. She pivoted her body her adrenaline was steadily releasing into her blood stream again. That was until she saw a pale faced, wide eyed, man stood right on the edge of the tree line. He had a portable market stall in front of him. Even in the dark she could see his knuckles white as he clutched the cart. She knew what to do in situations like this. She let a soft moan escape her lips and feigned a faint. She hit the ground with force that knocked the breath from her lungs. ‘That’s going to leave a bruise’ she thought.