The Trials that made us

The borders had been relatively quiet, though she had had quite a number of visitors since she had raised Insomnia's metaphorical flag. She expected something to happen at some point, however. She didn't know when, or who might arrive at her doorstep, but she played the waiting game for now. She, after all, still had half of Recluse's family under her umbrella. But perhaps they weren't as important as they were made out to be. Oh well, she supposed they'd sit around until someone came or they tried to leave. For now, she'd go about her day, business as usual until that happened. Or not. She didn't care either way.

Slinking around her borders to do one last check before heading off to do something else, the skeletal-marked babe caught wind of something. No, someone. The crimson-marked male reminded her of the other red guy she had hunted a few times with. She couldn't remember either of their names, but maybe now was a time to see if this dude was gonna stick around or not. She hadn't seen him around for a minute, and what better way to confront 'em than now? Pushing on, she found her quieter packmate patrolling the borders. Oh good! That meant she could go do her own thing sooner!

She didn't mask her approach as she moved to catch up with him, dual-toned eyes gleaming in the moonlight. "Medusa hasn't seen the red man for a while! She thought you left!" If he had without a word, she woulda thought him rude. But he was here, so that was something.

"Medusa"