A snake bite was all it took to transform her life forever. Though she was saved by her mother, there was little that could be done to undo the affect the venom had on her mind. Or so she was told. Some had said she was destined to inherit the supposedly madness of her family, but the cause is not something Hecate concerns herself with.
She is what she is.
And she will let there be no confusion about it. Even with her unstable moods (which are oftentimes inappropriate for the trouble she finds herself in) and, on occasion, disconnection with reality, she knows herself. Her spirit is disquieted and will never find rest. She will always crave more.. She will never be the healer her mother was. But then, she never wanted to be, finding taking life was more interesting than preserving it.
Her father's daughter.
She is wild. She is cruelty. She is gnashing teeth. She is obsession.
And yet, let it never be said that she will not speak the truth she sees. Unaware prey is not nearly as thrilling and to that end, she does the world a favor: