IMAGINE LIVING LIKE A KING SOMEDAY
07-03-2013, 12:00 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-03-2013, 12:00 PM by Medusa i.)
Perhaps Medusa had been na?ve in letting her opponent live, perhaps she had hoped that her mercy would bring pause to the enemy. And yet, she was hardly the na?ve sort of woman. No, Medusa had let them live for the dramatics. The serpent held serious doubt that, if Jupiter lived, they would even get close to her or her whelps. Perhaps it was arrogant of her to think so, but she?d felled the great beast of their ruler once in battle, and a second time could also prove possible. She thrived on attention, on hatred, on any sort of pronounced emotion thrown her way. She?d kept Newt breathing for the sole purpose of the thrill, for the show. Well that, and it took a bit too much energy to kill somebody and then run from an angry mob. Flattery would be thrown her way, accepted with a shrug. ?Come to congratulate me?? she purred, curious. She did not think herself anything too impressive; she had gone through the battle searching for opportunity, pushing Newt?s buttons, trying to take advantage of any weaknesses. When she?d found one she?d taken it (although not without a price, which was the deep bite to the side of her neck), and now she was apparently somebody worth something. Power had always tasted nice, but Medusa had thought herself somebody who preferred manipulating power rather than actually possessing it herself. ?Blackbird? I think myself more of a snake,? she said, amused by this woman. No, she wasn?t an angel, but she was interesting. Medusa could see a viciousness within this woman, something that was most appealing to her. It was then that the woman spoke her true motives. The first member, huh? She seemed strong enough, worthy enough, and if Medusa was correct she could potentially take over a pack one day and bring the serpent a close ally (depending on how well they managed to get along). ?So you wish to join my pack?? she would question. Medusa had thought gaining members would be harder, and yet here she was faced with the very first part of her empire (built for her sun, built for Jupiter). Yes, this angel would do (even if she was only amongst the ranks for the smallest amount of time). ?Welcome to Amenti, my dear angel. The rules are simple; pull your weight and you?ll earn my loyalty and protection, although I am not so sure you?ll need it anyways. Don?t mess with our alliances, although as it currently stands my only allies are Ludicael. Those who care about the pack will earn ranks, but otherwise do as you want,? she informed the white-pelted woman. ?Just remember that karma is a bitch, and not the sort you want to fuck, either,? she said, classy as ever. She did not speak it as a warning, but a reminder. If a pack member did not pull their weight and prove their worth and then went off and caused trouble, Medusa would be happy to let their enemies eat them alive. ?What is your name, lovely?? she would inquire. If she was still interested in joining the pack after hearing the rules, that would indeed be a vital piece of information to know. Medusa also wondered if this woman would be interested in a rank, although she was reluctant to offer one so soon. |
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