war and spells ❖ Ares & Hecate
starter for @aresmp
Despite the otherworldly nature within every habitant, the island still had its share of peaceful moments and most of all, boring moments. Hecate had grown a certain expectation while making her way to Mount Phoenix, curiosity filling her brain about the land filled with the many gods and demi-gods of many beliefs. However, the first weeks had been rather dull, between the preparations of her home and the new workplace and the goddess had grown impatient, in need of a release.
For such occasions, there was a classic solution and seeing that type of establishment in a place like this somewhat puzzled her. Deities were known for their needs, but this was supposedly a haven for their offspring. A slight annoyance, yet she brushed the thought aside as her mind stayed behind while her body entered the room.
Nearly an hour passed, sufficient to the occasion and Hecate’s demeanour had changed to a more relaxed posture, stepping along the corridor to the reception hall, adjusting her sleeves and jacket. The presence of a man had been noticed, although solely only until she’d be at an arm’s length away his aura had been identifiable. “Ugh.” The God of War. And the last deity she’d wish to lay eyes upon after just blissful times. Hecate kept her pace, praying to the Titans that he’d somehow be too drunk into his own ego and not notice her.








