FROM ASHES

*Jupiter I* · 11-18-2014, 11:21 PM

Darkness captures her gaze and a warm undercurrent of relief floods her iced heart. It is only natural that Medusa is here--Medusa has never abandoned her, and she never will. As her serpent rises upon the log to press against her side, Jupiter tucks her nose briefly into the other's neck, a rare, genuine smile touching her lips. "My queen," she breathes softly, claiming her, drowning in that scent she had been afraid she'd never drink again. "A villian." The words fall as but a sneer, mocking in memory of the concept presented by the black bitch at the challenge. In peripherals she captures her first arrival--a yearling.

The youth's appearance amuses her. Only in lack of age, she supposes, would any of their cowardly bunch be the first to approach her. Disappointment touches her visage, however, as the dark-dappled girl says nothing. They'd been so close. Impatience strikes her, like a spoiled prince tiring of a new toy. This one she tosses carelessly away as she searches for another, simply desiring one soul worthy enough, courageous enough, to even speak with her. Funny how they all wanted to talk until when it actually mattered--when their freedom stands in the balance, just a word away from being earned as Jupiter simply waits for something to happen.

He approaches. He is slow, tired, and for a moment she sympathizes with them, remembering the painful chill in her bones that has begun to creep on the coldest of mornings, but only briefly. Finally, he speaks, and she visibly eases the tension in her muscles, satisfaction crossing her visage as one of the bastards finally speaks. And she listens.

Lips purse and she gazes at the old man, calculating, a lengthy silence spanning as she considers his request. Then, nonchalantly, she nods--and speaks. "Very well. I will release him." That is his reward for approaching her--his reward for manning up and actually making an attempt to work for the freedom of those he cares about. Unlike the rest of them. And Jupiter respects that. "You and your wife are free."

She presses lightly, almost boredly, into Medusa, and then tips her maw up to release another cry. "Come!" she calls--giving them all what they never deserved in the first place. "Does anyone else wish for their freedom?" This is their last call--their last chance to answer and escape Ludicael. Jupiter wonders if they'll take the quake from their cowardly bones long enough to do event hat.

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FROM ASHES

Jupiter I