'Til Death Do Us Part (Medusa x Newt)
06-17-2013, 06:31 PM
Near them the death match had begun, but Medusa did her best to focus upon her opponent. One blink and it could be the end, and the harlot was not quite ready to part from the world. At the end of the battle she would be bloodied, torn to pieces, but she would hopefully be able to make her get away. There were things to do, after all, things that she would hope to accomplish regardless of the outcome of either fight. However, she was not the sort of woman to run over the options. The serpent lived in the present, thrived on what sat before her. It seemed that the Queen was set on not giving her any reactions, and that did not sit well with Medusa. She wanted the woman enraged, wanted to cackle at the way she?d gotten beneath her skin. As the woman spoke of terms and what was right and accepted, the wicked woman let out a string of haughty laughter between her sinister lips, quirked upwards into a smirk. ?I know of the ways of royalty, I simply do not care,? she announced, continuing as she?d always been in her attempt to circle around Newt. Even if the Queen kept up with her, if Medusa was in motion it would be easier to target what she wished upon the other. ?My terms are simple. If I win, I get your throne. Everybody will leave the lands unharmed and without protest, and will only be allowed back upon speaking to me. In fact, I may even allow you and your children to live there, if you should prove reasonable,? she announced, having already heard the other woman?s terms. Medusa had no intention of her throat being slit in the middle of the night, after all. ?If Jupiter should live and you go after her, I will be coming for your head,? she also warned. Jupiter was the one thing that had managed to capture her heat, and the dark mistress would not let her be harmed so easily. ?Thank you for the offer, my sweet, but I do not want the first move. I wish to see those gorgeous legs of yours in action,? she purred, flirtation heavy in her voice, even if this all was highly inappropriate. She noticed the appearance of Zara, curious what the amazon thought of her. And yet Medusa was not distracted for long, concentrating her attentions upon the violet-eyed Queen, the woman who wished for her head. ?I am also not fond of losing my life. If I should lose, we will have to have a footrace, no?? she asked. She cared so very little for the formalities; come and get me, Queen Slayer. Make me bleed, let me see what you can do. And yet she would not be the one to charge first, she would not be the fly who was so easily swatted away. ?Come, drink my blood, taste my flesh. It is your move, ma belle, show me how uncultured I am,? she urged, preparing herself. Limbs were spread equally, bent slightly and weight fairly distributed. Her tail was tucked close to her body, weight pressing upon her toes to allow for a swift movement. Ears pinned back, eyes narrowing into slits whilst her shoulders rolled forwards. Her chin tucked, jaws parting, hackles rising to allow for further protection. Her head lowered, level with her body for the betterment of her balance. All the while she was in constant, steady motion, her built up stamina allowing her to keep in motion. She still hoped to circle the Queen, if only so that she might hope to wear her out, and perhaps also in the hopes that should Newt come charging it would only be easier to reposition herself and maneuver. 0/4 |
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