ardent

snarl! snap!

[ medusa's seasonal prompt ]



You're not feeling so well...

Medusa

"Do you want to meet all my monsters? Think you're tough, I know they'll drive you bonkers!"

Insomnia
Wraith

Master Fighter (699)

Master Hunter (325)

An icon representing the specialty Saboteur Saboteur

An icon representing the specialty Bloodletter Bloodletter

age
7 Years
gender
Female
gems
30
size
Extra large
build
Light
posts
682
player
Dragon Mod

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06-11-2022, 11:18 PM


"Wait up!" Ears flicked back followed by her head. Huh? She didn't realize that someone else was around, much less the woman she had met a few weeks back that she had met while she making things out of a dead wolf's bones. She didn't stop though, and instead, continued to pursue her prey, but she did take heed of Wren's instruction. She raced along behind it, slowly gaining ground though Wren was closer. The hog squealed as it found its way into a deep spot of the river, and its position was enough for the two wolves to come bearing down on it.

Wren would reach it to strike first. Jumping onto the hog's back and attempting to pin the big pig down. It thrashed and sputtered as it inhaled water, short legs trying to buck the earthen woman off. And when Wren called out for Medusa to kill it, the skeleton-marked girl was all too happy to oblige. She snarled as she ran at full speed, not bothering to stop as she slammed the entirety of her weight into the side of the hog's head in an effort to daze it. It stumbled over, head thrashing her way and knicking her chest with a curved tusk, but Medusa ignored the stinging pain and instead, latched onto the thick of its neck.

With her teeth gripped on the side of the beast's neck, it was no longer able to reach her with its tusks. It squealed in pain and terror as it tried to throw off its attackers, but with Wren's weight on its back and Medusa's wet weight pushing and pulling on its neck, its strength was failing fast. Its shorter legs had trouble getting it out of the softer mud of the river, breaths ragged as it struggled to lift its snout above the freezing water. Was Medusa gonna be cold after this? Hell yes. Did she care right now? Absolutely not. Especially when she was this close to getting her prize.

1,089/2,500


"Medusa"