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

This was the most amusement she had been provided in her years of being on this island, alone with her thoughts and would be killers. You know how many have wanted to be my death one day? She couldnt help but give an amused huff, All you have to do is remove that blind of yours, she said in a deeper almost sultry voice, teasing, mocking, And let me see those pretty eyes of yoursssss she extended the s simply to play into his imagination, her tail gave a squeeze before loosening again. The gorgon enjoyed how cocky he was even in the face of one of the largest threats of his life. Stones? She found it interesting that that is what he thought she ate, I havent eaten anything that didnt come from the garden in... well, years. Meat or stone wise. But I suppose if you ever do get off this island itd be far more terrifying if you told them I ate the stones of my victims. She was musing, and honestly happy to have a conversation even if it was because she was keeping him captive. Although his comments stung even through her scales, she was a woman after all and she was... no, she used to be a beautiful one too. Let me think..... she gave him a mocking pause, No. her snakes hissed in emphasis, and she sat up and glared down at him as she did she noted out of the corner of her eye the blood that was staining the ground. He felt her tail shift as she turned her body away from his torso to his legs. She began to reach for the piece of tunic, but paused, her natural womanly instincts kicking in as she wanted to help but he was still the man that had just tried to murder her... but she didnt want him dying of an infection... but she also didnt like him... but she promised herself a long time ago that she wouldnt ever kill anyone other than using her... sight. Hold still and stop your squirming! She hissed at him, angry with herself for having to help. Even though her back was turned to him her snakes were looking back, watching and baring their fangs, their long thin bodies moving in natural flowing motions. Her back was mostly scales, covering her spine and shoulder blades. Their iridescent shimmer flashing pale green and violets. Her fingers were light and gentle as she laid a cold hand upon his calf to turn his leg. Medusa began to untie the ripped fabric from his wound, giving a small hiss as it stuck to the edges, but it was still seeping blood. She let it fall to the ground and examined the wound, it was deep, clean, her arrows were sharp. That was a good thing. She took her hand, I am damned Acadius, but damned by the gods is still divine in a twisted way... no man shall look into your eyes and see anything but death ... and found a small rock, Your blood will spill and it shall be divine so that even in your death you will serve me ... she was quoting the last words Athena ever said to her, And when you die by the sword of a man, you will suffer and you will see all that he does with your remains... for you are unclean ... she positioned the rocks edge against her palm, and balled her fist so hard that the rock cut through her skin and began to drip upon the edges of his wound. It would sting but she held his leg firmly with her other hand. When she felt as if she dripped enough blood onto the wound she dropped the bloodied stone and unwrapped the fabric covering her breasts. They did not have nipples but she still felt as if she needed to cover them, the same scales cupping them elegantly shimmering in the lowering sun. The gorgon wiped the blood from her hand and wrapped it around his leg, she needed to clean the wound but she didnt know if she was ready to let him go yet. She didnt turn back to him, unwilling to look at his face to see the distaste in his features for what she just did.