Her mind was a blur, yet she did not stagger in action. She trudged on, needing to find her own journey. She left her family at a young age, knowing if she didn't that she'd lose herself. They were too dependent, and she was too independent to need them. She wanted to get out, try new things - Be herself. Like them all, she had her own dark tendencies of course. Her father was known as a king of sorts in some far away land - Or so he claimed. It all sounded so far fetched. Her mother was just a beautiful creatures, that must be where Hecate got it from. The gorgeous girl was wrapped in a beautiful blanket of white with distinct black brindling running up and down her two front legs. Her tail looked as if it had been dipped in ink, and black smudged under her eyes like mascara which brought out those vibrant hot pink eyes even more.

The enchantress did not know where exactly she had ventured to, just that the world was entoxicating. It made her wonder what kind of creatures inhabited the place. She spent her short amount of time that she had been in this place snooping about. Nothing really caught her eye, so she decided to instead take her boredom into her own matters. She found herself a small dose of a well known to her psychedelic mushrooms grown near a fallen tree and consumed them, it took a little for the effects to sink into her system. Colors began to become more vivid and dance, she giggled as she laid down near a slow stream. She watched as colors began to run with the water, mixing and swirling. She became so exposed to the world around her, her guard dropped . . .