Hecate

This dark, mysterious imperial arrived in the darkest hours of the night, acknowledged only by the nocturnal dragons enjoying the night. By the time she was greeted by the clan leaders, a garden of strange, glowing plants had sprouted all around her resting place. She spoke of far off lands, her voice sounding like several people speaking all at once, like a harmonious melody that echoed and ebbed.

Hecate was the name she claimed to be hers, much to the suspicion of the local witches. She laughed when Yana questioned her origins, a cold and cruel sound that shook the mortal witch to the bone. So far, no one has ever wrangled an answer from her - at least, not one said vaguely and with any actual substantial information.

Best admired from afar, Hecate gleams like a galaxy, with nebula-bright shards growing from her skull and spine, patches of frozen stardust clinging to her like a possessive lover, and a halo of concentrated magic encircling her head. She smells like a dark, cold place, a place where the rain smells like dark magic and blood, where the grass and damp soil devour the bodies of the innocent left to rot.

Wherever she came from, it is obvious Hecate is more than a mere imperial. She's dangerous. She's hungry.

She's a predator. Pray she doesn't set her otherworldly gaze upon you.

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