DANCE WITH THE DEVIL

Adventure was not often worth the effort; often Medusa, in her days as a rogue, would traverse across the lands in search of entertainment. Travel was exhaustion, however, and thus when she?d settled into Ludicael she hadn?t traveled much at all. Now that she was in Amenti, she found herself bound to the lands as its ruler. If anything went wrong, she needed to be there. It was not that she minded, for the lands were new and rather unknown to her, but everybody needed a break at some point. With a few pack members there who she trusted to protect themselves, the serpent felt comfortable with slipping out for a little while.

Today brought her to the islands, having decided to explore the previously unknown lands. Stepping foot upon one, she frowned at the state of her coat. The harlot made certain to clean herself of the sand, not wanting to be dirty in the least. The sun was just starting to set before her, creating a clich? romantic scene that she certainly wouldn?t have minded sharing with a certain someone. In actuality, any company would be nice at this point. Medusa had not had much play time lately, and she missed it. For now she would enjoy her solitude, prepared to leave when she grew too bored.