HALCYON
07-09-2013, 05:56 PM
Power. She never thought it was something she?d desire, never thought she?d wish to possess it in her own grasp. It was an addictive substance, something that she?d eyed and wanted to control, and when she found herself with it in her hands she found she was addicted. Normally she was a creature of the shadows, but she was addicted to the spotlight. Medusa had not encountered Newt she she?d defeated her, and although the threat was present, she was allowing herself to relax in a sense. She had a small kingdom, but one that would grow with time.
Part of her knew that she would need something to secure her position of power. Children. There thought was disgusting, but it was one that the ambitious side of her pushed for. She would not be a particularly good mother, but their mere existence would show that she was strong. Dynasties looked far more powerful than a singular ruler, after all. Medusa knew that it was only a matter of time when she came into season, and although she usually was able to control her desires, now that she knew she wanted whelps she was uncertain she would be able to. But she didn?t just want a random father; she wanted somebody strong to father her children, to give what was worthless even the slightest bit more of value.
Perhaps that might have been her reasoning behind seeking out Deteste?s pretty mate, knowing that she probably would be somewhere in the lands if he was the leader here. Medusa was not a great tracker, but she hoped that she?d find the scent. Feeling lazy, she gave up, letting out a low call for the white woman, hoping she would show herself.
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