Miss Hecate
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Miss Hecate ✦
Hi friends, Penny here! I felt that reading the below article in conjunction with this page would be important to understanding our work on Hecate:
https://pendogcreativelibrary.org/creative-archives/hecate-cigarettes
Our most perplexing and hard to document character. If this is the first time you have heard about Miss Hecate, you are in the majority; for this character has survived only through written literature, defaced artifacts, and vague historical accounts. It is unknown what exactly Hecate looked like in her original incarnation. Copies of her design in the 50’s have been recovered but earlier than that the trail goes cold, with only very damaged artwork that gives us little indication of her original cartoon appearance.
Brought to our attention by an associate, this character is one of the core reasons for which we’ve made the Pendog Creative Library. The winding trail of accounts and messy documentation are just as interesting as the cartoons Hecate herself featured in.
From what we can glean from history books, Hecate was a female cartoon existing well before Maisy the Mutt - with features running well into the first years of the dogs run. We know from written descriptions that she had horns, red gloves, a worm like appearance, and a “scarlet smile”. In songs documented from her old cartoons, she was described as having “a personality like corpse flesh with the skin tone to boot.” However, after this point, accounts regarding her become very hard to find. There are clues indicating a very storied history - and as we find them (and verify this information), we will excitedly relay our findings to you!
At the moment we only have a single very poorly maintained voice line of Hecate. We feel that regardless of the terrible condition it has been retrieved in, you are entitled to a listen.
Artist unknown
Amy
Was a graduate student entering her first year of animation and she had never felt so awake in her life. All her years she had never found any clarity in the business of working at the old mom and pop store on the edge of her hometown. When she had gotten her acceptance letter from the university, her parents had been uncertain whether to cringe or force fake smiles on their features, however she hadn’t cared; This was the future she chose for herself and she was drunk off the idea of finally having a choice in where her life went.
Amy had been absent from class the first day, the seasonal flu striking at the worst possible time. She had cried that night, thinking that she had immediately mangled her new life. However, the next class session everyone welcomed her with open arms – well, from a distance and with masks. She, through her own mask, had smiled and felt the greatest comfort she’d had in her entire life.
When a friend of a friend had invited them both to a Halloween party, Amy had been the first to accept the invitation. All her life she had wanted to be in the arts and be around other artists. This party, she thought, would be the next big step in becoming a part of something special. An entire generation of artists would welcome her into the fold.
At the party Amy sat on the couch, her drink full and lukewarm between nervous hands as she did her best to keep up with the conversation. She heard mumblings that there was something amazing being shown tonight, a part of animation history. She’d felt her skin tingle at the words and laughter and drunken singing all mixed together. She had all the time in the world to join the revelry; She just needed a moment to get her bearings and maybe something for her nerves.
As the music of the party took on a strange and beautiful pitch, Amy looked up when
