PLAYING DRUMS WITH A BLEACHED BONE
She had waited long enough to call the meeting, long enough for her wounds to start healing, long enough for her thoughts to organize themselves. The serpent knew not what she was supposed to do with a pack; she was used to being the shadow on the wall, the dust in a corner, the tiniest detail in a pack that held a rather heavy influence through manipulation. Now, however, she found herself in a position to rule. She did not fear it, did not cower with uncertainty as she strode into Amenti. Rather, the serpent oozed grace and confidence. She was not arrogant in the way she arrived in her lands, but instead looked neutral. Prepared. She arrived to the center of her lands and lifted her snout to the sky, letting out a summons for those who were listening. Any who wished to join (or re-join) the pack would be allowed, and any who wished to hear her explanation were also welcome. She knew not how this meeting would go; she could very well be faced with a group of angry former pack members. And yet, she would do her best to appease them. Medusa?s goals in taking Amenti had not been to create war in order to fight war; that would be like fighting fire with fire. She wanted to take it over to bring peace, to soothe the flames of war that burned around her beloved, to bring her dear Jupiter peace. |