IMAGINE LIVING LIKE A KING SOMEDAY
Her observant eyes noted the immediate reaction, the tense way she prepared for a possible attack. Was this a warrior, or had she been abused in some way? She did not seem shy, so Medusa?s first assumption was the first. She could be wrong, however; she liked to thing herself cunning, but she was no genius. Assumptions could easily be proven wrong, after all. Perhaps she was a battered angel, or perhaps she was just as wicked as the new queen was. Whatever she was, she certainly was nice to look at. Flirtation never hurt anybody, especially not when it came so naturally to the harlot. She was curious why this angel sought her out, why she wished to speak with her; did she wish to rip her throat out? Did she wish to join the pack? Did she have some other motive that Medusa could not possibly see or predict? It was unsettling, mostly from the perspective that she had just defeated an opponent with several allies. An opponent with allies that Medusa did not know and could not recognized upon sight; she hadn?t bothered to pay much attention to those who had cheered on the Queen Slayer. What she didn?t expect, however, was a question. The serpent contemplated this, debating if it was. ?I hope it will be,? she answered. The question of her motived was not one she would shrink around. Medusa had done it for one reason and one reason only, and she was no coward to shrink from saying it. ?The alpha of Ludicael holds my heart. She told me she was going to charge the alpha of Amenti?s mate to the death, and that if she won his mate would likely retaliate,? Medusa said calmly. ?I challenged to protect her, and I have yet to see if it was worth it. If she is safe in a few months time, perhaps I will feel victorious,? she informed the angelic female. It sounded incredible selfless, but Medusa was no martyr. She did it all because she wanted Jupiter, wanted to devour her, wanted to own her in a way she?d never wished to own anyone before. ?Did you like my cute little love story, angel, or did you want something else?? she would inquire. There was no snap to her voice, but she was curious of this woman?s intent, curious of what she desired and what she had come to Medusa for. She supposed that she would find out eventually, but speculations were fun for the serpent, too. |