Black Balloons

Medusa

When Lurid looked over the items Medusa had presented, Medusa couldn't help but notice the delight on the new alpha's face. Her tail beat the air with delight. Finally! Someone who appreciated the morbid things in life as she did! It was so hard finding others who appreciated the beauty in death. Maybe they'd end up friends, after all! Medusa is glad the pretty alpha likes her gifts! Medusa makes a lot of things like this, she finds plenty to harvest!" After all, the tar pits didn't like to let its victims go so easily, and neither did Medusa.

"I do not know the family, but Voodoo was just outclassed is all. If she trains herself up, she might make a fine warrior." Huh, so Voodoo was her name, eh? It was a nice name. But regardless, Medusa couldn't get past her distaste for them. She didn't know Voodoo, so maybe she was like Ghoul or the scarce Kleins she actually did like. The ones that had earned her trust and mercy. "Maybe. Medusa doesn't know Voodoo, but she knows Recluse and her old members. Medusa took them as prisoners when she won the pack." She beamed, teeth flashing into a Cheshire grin. Besides, she was sure that Recluse's whole family hated Medusa for beating the deadbeat alphess fair and square. But no matter, she was taking her revenge at last!

"What did you name your pack? This is Mirovis. Would you like a tour?" Oh! Maybe she should've started with that, huh? Her grin quickly faded and replaced with a smaller one, "Insomnia in the West! And yes! Medusa would love a tour!" Honestly, she hadn't expected this at all, but hey, she wasn't going to deny herself the chance at a new potential friend! She waited then, for Lurid to lead the way.

"Medusa"

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