BROKEN ANGELS
11-02-2013, 03:52 PM
He arrived as she knew he would, approaching. They shared a moment of affection, a brief gesture that Medusa had come to expect. They were close, sharing a bond of children after all, and a bond of having lead a pack together. Moonlight colored eyes gazed upon them; there was no deception about her ,no game she wished to play. Rather, the harlot was interested in a simple conversation. It was so rare she engaged in one of those, so rare that she let down her walls. Something about the black warrior pulled that from her. ?Deteste,? she greeted. There was a twinge of memory, but she would not let it pass. No, the serpent dared not to remember her painful past, which could very well come back to harm her one day.
She would not hesitate with her question, wanting to hear him speak of their offspring. ?How are they?? she inquired, the they being obvious. It was a strange question to come from her lips, but Medusa had been unable to predict the ties that maternal instinct would place upon her, the chains that would bind her to the tiny lives she?d brought into the world.