I'LL WRAP MY HANDS AROUND YOUR NECK
07-19-2013, 11:48 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-20-2013, 03:16 PM by Medusa i.)
Medusa was a creature of the night, not a particularly threatening one in that she rarely brought harm to anyone in any sort of capacity, but she was just as morally depraved as the monsters which went bump in the night. She cared for little else aside from her own pleasure and gain, rarely considering the effects of her actions on anyone. The only exception came for Jupiter, her love, her sun, the breath that filled her lungs. And yet, the woman made her more selfish than anyone else. Having been stuck in her own pack for too long, she had grown antsy, nervous about her mate, nervous that Jupiter?s heart was being coveted whilst Medusa was too far away to defend it. Oh, she cared little if the russet beauty was to casually fuck; it was what she had been doing this entire time, after all. Matters of the heart were entirely different. Anyone who professed more than a platonic love for Jupiter would be destroyed in one way or another, for she was a serpent, and what she coveted she did not share.
Her arrival in Ludicael was perhaps bold; she perhaps should have waited at the borders, but when the alpha was her lover she saw little point. She brought with her no army, no threatening rulers, nothing but the pelt on her fur and the determination in her eyes. Perhaps she could steal Jupiter away from her disgusting whelps today, in the hopes that they might reassert their bond to each other and discuss potential allied events. However, before she could track down the woman?s scent, another filled her nostrils. The father of her whelps. Had she been present in these lands, the serpent would not have felt quite so threatened. But out of anybody in Ludicael, the man proved the greatest threat to Jupiter?s heart. He had given her children, and because of that he had a bond with her that she could never obtain.
She hoped to move to put herself in his path, hoping to find herself with an excuse for an encounter. Anything to confront him and discover his intentions, anything to show Jupiter what a terrible person he was (well, he wasn't a terrible person, but she wanted to make it seem like he was), anything to keep what was hers untouched.