'Til Death Do Us Part (Medusa x Newt)
Adrenaline pumped through her veins; this was it, this was the final move. Their battle would come down to this moment, and should she fail, Medusa knew not if she would lay her eyes upon her beloved again. Would she see her lovely vixen again? The thought gave her a bit of determination, and it would seem the fates had smiled upon Medusa, permitting her to land her jaws upon Newt?s throat. She clung for dear life, clenching down with enough pressure to suffocate. It took a little while, and Medusa did not dare let herself think that she had won the fight for an instant, not till the great beast had fallen to the ground. When that had happened, she clung for a few seconds later before stepping back. Victorious. Her whole fight had been based upon looking for an opportunity, and she?d finally gotten it. She?d taken it, and now she had a crown. She had not held on long enough to bring permanent harm to Newt; only long enough to bring the woman unconscious. Had she felt like it, the woman would have been able to kill her. And yet she didn?t, turning briefly to the assembled crowd. Her eyes noted the raging battle between Jupier and Kaios, and it was now that the new ruler let herself feel. ?If you are a member of Amenti currently, you will have three days to gather you things and loved ones and leave. At the end of that time I will hold a meeting for those who wish to join under my rule, and I will talk to you. If you wish to speak to me personally, feel free to try to find me starting tomorrow,? she told the gathered crowd. She did not want to keep prisoners; they would serve her no purpose. Looking at Newt, she dipped her head in respect. ?Thanks for the fight. If you wish, we can talk later. I may be willing to give you a rather high position, if we can come to an agreement on some things,? she informed the Queen Slayer. She respected her opponent, and she could use her expertise, but she could not ally herself with Newt and give her a high position if the woman would go after Jupiter. After speaking her part the midnight Queen turned, limping heavily as she made her exit. She would not go to watch the death match, not when her heart ached so heavily at the thought of Jupiter dying. Rather she would limp back to Ludicael, tall posture all the way. She would nestle herself in Jupiter?s den, away from her sleeping children, enjoying the woman?s scent. She would hope with all her blackened heart that Jupiter would return to her, would snuggle against her, would keep her warm was they realized just what they?d done. |