ARCHETYPES AND ANTIHEROES (birth)
She knew it was time. Medusa?s pregnancy had made her isolated in Amenti, cut off from her sun, restricted to the cold. She?d swollen up, become defenseless, a gem stored away in the safety of the small pack that she?d built around herself. Upon her first signs she?d sent Stheno to retrieve Jupiter, keen on having her love at her back, supporting her as she underwent a task most terrifying. She knew how to make children, certainly, but she?d never been taught how to bring them into the world. She tried to stay outside as long as possible, enjoying her bit of freedom before she retreated into her den.
Her call rang out, a summons for both Alena and Deteste. The first, because as the leader of Amenti she deserved to know how many new heads would be coming under her care, and the second because he was the father and clearly deserved a presence there. As time ticked by she grew more anxious, constantly standing up and moving, repositioning herself to try to find anything that felt comfortable. Nothing seemed to work, but it did not matter. Birth was still rather far away, she had time to find a comfortable position. For now she would focus on trying to get those that mattered around her, on trying to find protection, because never before had the opportunist felt so vulnerable. Her silver tongue was still intact, but the arsenal of her battle abilities was diminished. She was vulnerable, and she didn?t enjoy it.