Mishaps and mayham
Queen. It was such a strange thing, to rule lands with a power that others would obey. It was so strange to be respected, instead of being treated like the harlot she was. Medusa at first had not been certain that she liked the role, but now it seemed she had a bit of a change. She liked the position, the control, the ability to make decisions that would be obeyed. It was somewhat intoxicating, and for now she would enjoy the position. In time she supposed she might grow bored, but for now the siren found herself enjoying the role. She was not a particularly violent individual, although she was not one to be walked on, either. Therefore when she discovered an intruder her eyes narrowed, quick to approach them male and eye him. Handsome, but she found many things handsome, more so when they did not intrude upon her lands with the stench of another pack upon their pelt. ?Have you come to serenade me my dear? I must assure you that even the most eager of my admirers must wait outside my borders, unless they exist in my pack,? she said. The sharp tone to her voice made it clear that she was not playing around; she knew he was no admirer, but she wanted to make him feel uncomfortable. ?Let me show you the way out. On the way we can discuss how you are to repay me for your foolishness,? she hummed. There was no question in her voice; she carried herself and voiced herself with all the authority of an alpha, bi-colored eyes set upon him similarly. |