Gold Dust
07-19-2013, 11:35 PM
Life as a leader was fulfilling in a sense, but like most things Medusa quickly found herself bored. The wrath of Newt was taking much longer than anticipated, and the harlot much wished for the dramatics. She enjoyed the throws of war, the spill of blood, the prickle of pain, provided none of those things were coming from her beloved Jupiter. Oh, how it had made her seethe to think of her alpha all torn up after the death match, although it certainly helped to think the bastard who had done it was now rotting in a grave. Nonetheless, the delayed war left her restless, wandering across the North and visiting Ludicael more and more often. Today she found herself staring at a stranger, curious about what she wished to do with his presence, before deciding she would just wing it. It was rare she ever truly knew what she wanted, anyways.
?Am I deceived, or have the gods sent an angel across my path?" she purred, approaching with the confidence and air of an alpha, lacking in any sort of reservation that a woman might have when faced with a strange male. Her eyes roamed over him, finding him suitably attractive, reminding the Madame of a certain albino member within her own lands. Perhaps they were relatives? Oh, it would be most foolish to assume such a thing. Instead she approached him, moving gracefully, stopping only if she managed to get within a respectable distance. He seemed to be on the trail of something, a something which she was uncertain of. ?You seem like a man who is searching for something, although I do suppose it is rare to find one who is looking for nothing at all," she mused, although she didn?t truly reflect on the thought. Wolves were creatures of ambition and desire; those lacking in these traits in any manner were few and far between.