“It’s the harder option. Dwelling in the past is easy, comfortable. To start anew and embrace uncertainty..”
Medusa could relate. Saving her species required her to fully devotion to ERA. It took a courage she didn’t even know she possessed to open her heart to worshipping +
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〝 … 〞
Her question is met with silence as i begin to ponder. Perhaps there is truth to her words, but unfortunately … it isn’t something i can confirm — or deny. Still…
〝 perhaps … perhaps not. i tend to get flashes of my former life, though — 〞
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@TheCovetedWolf Serpents of all kinds slither in the shadows his torch bore. As a Gorgon, most serpentine lifeforms were drawn her in instinctual worship. Medusa sat comfortably in the heart of the temple, lounging atop plush cushions. She detected the other’s scent, and waited…for 𝒏𝒐𝒘.
Other humans have come to avenge the ones she ate a few days ago.
“How kind of you all to deliver dinner to my doorstep.”
Medusa rises to gesture toward the cavernous, cliffside alcove; her hair hissing to life.
“Saves me the trouble of having to hunt for more.”
+ other’s sincerity.
“It’s a pleasure to be met, Durge.”
Aquatic, protective film coats her cursed pupils, keeping her petrifaction at bay.
“Are you sure it’s been as long as you think? Time perception is the first to crumble with most cases of memory loss.”
A small pang blooms in her heart, but the sensation is quickly seized and compartmentalized. This soul could be suffering or a tyrant who was cursed to lose his memories. Life is fickle like that.
A quick whip of her tongue tastes the air; so far, she could taste the +
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〝 — together, but broken pieces tend to have … small broken pieces.〞
My words are true. There’s no reason for lies here.
〝 nice to meet you, Medusa.〞
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@SpeakerOfMagick She thought the unbalanced level of interactions from the opposite sex was strange. Back in the depths, she met a slew of genders yet in equal proportions.
“Let’s say we did…what could you possibly hope to ask of a dastardly monstress such as myself?”
He seems unsure, which fuels more scrutiny into how she perceived the other.
“You think?”
The Gorgon regards him carefully. What an odd, scaled one he was.
“I’m Medusa…the jury is still out on how I feel about you.”
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〝 i am … 〞
For a moment, I hesitate … not because I intend to, but because most times — my memory fails me.
〝 … Durge, i think — yes, i am Durge. pleased to meet you.〞
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“I could say the same for you..your kind is almost as rare as mine.”
She notates, sharply clicking her tongue.
“I’ll give you a title, once I receive one from you.”
@SpeakerOfMagick “You started..”
Medusa reminds the other. A sigh passes through her fangs. Realistically, the gorgon didn’t have enough firepower to challenge the Invoker head-to-head. Not without preparation.
“..I’m giving out exactly what I’m getting.”