Black Balloons

Lurid moved through the darkness with an ease that said she was born to such an environment, her paws scarcely making a sound on the metal floors. She floated like a ghost it seemed as she gave Medusa a tour of her home. The skeletal marked woman praised Lurid's fight, saying they fought well. "Thank you, Medusa." She was flattered really, but would not say so. Instead, her chest puffed out a bit more and she stood taller, proud of her accomplishments.

A genuine smile formed on the alabaster lips of the pale devil as Medusa said she would have claimed the ship for herself if not for the cold and an attachment to another land. "Well, I should thank you then for not claiming this place. It is quite special to me. I was raised in glacial caverns that are almost like the ship. I like it here, reminds me of home." Medusa went on to ask the demonic queen if she opposed slavery or taking prisoners. "We are open to both here, though taking prisoners is not something we are known for." No, they usually ate their prisoners, but these were best kept secret.