Thread: The Myth & The Man {KayLove & RippledStatic}

Medusa refused to respond to his stabbing words knowing full well all he wanted was a rise out of her. So she simply kept her pale lips sealed as she followed behind him. She was to his right, the rocky mount that they were on was not an easy scale for any creature, but she had made a winding path for herself through the stone and forest. The walk gave her the time to let her feel the dull aches and pains in her own body. Her tail was sore, every time a stone scraped against it she felt her muscles twitch and ache. She had exerted so much energy, it was hard to move her body as fast as she had when he had been hunting her, and now she was paying for it. Why had she been such a fool? Shedding her own blood for this... this thick headed, warrior. She had known men like him in her past. Warriors, decorated in the art of war. Aries adorning their armor when Athena was the true goddes in the art of war. Her snakes also seemed to feel the strain on their body, as they drooped down her back but a couple still keeping a watchful eye upon the human. It also did not help that they were headed far closer to the sea than she would have liked... The itching of fear inching its way up her spine, she could feel it under her scales. The smell of the sea stuck her first, it was stronger here, the thick feel of salt in the air. Medusa stuck to the tree line, refusing to step from the shadows, she was close enough to be able to shoot and still kill the human but far enough that she did not feel in danger of the gods eyes. Still... the feeling of being watched was something that she could not shake. She was snapped from her revere as she saw the glint of metal in the hands of the human, her bow raised but he did not try to run. Instead she watched with interest as he painstakingly began to hack away at his boat. She hadnt thought he was actually going to do it, the gorgon thought that he was going to make a run for it and she would simply kill him. Medusa let herself lean back upon a cool stone, the pressure from standing upon her tail instantly relieved. She gave a sigh of relief and let her eyes slip closed for a moment before snapping open by her shakes giving a soft hiss as they watched him near. Her green eyes instantly noting how the sun looked upon his skin. This almost make her blush. The gorgon had been celibate all her life after all, well, except for him of course. But that had never stopped her from appreciating the male form. She cleared her throat, I do not know, human. She stated blatantly as she had never actually had a prisoner before. Now that he had no where else to go.... what was she to do with him? Let him go? Let him wonder the deserted island and look at all of her statues? Find his own food and shelter? Or was she to tie him to a tree like an ox and simply look at him? Like some sort of prize that she had captured. But the sun was finally setting in the west and she had to admit that she needed something to help the energy that she had exerted. So she simply turned from him and started back up the hill to her home, to eat something. Unwilling to look back and see if he would follow but knowing full well that she could still turn back and shoot him if need be.