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

Medusa heard him, her face buried in her arms as she laid upon the green grass covered grounds, her blood soaking into the greenery. As her heartbeat began to return to normal she finally felt the pain. She hissed, not from his presence coming after her but from the long forgotten sting of flesh being torn. As a priestess she had been protected, not having to put herself in situations in which she might get hurt, other than a scraped knee from trying to run in a long tunic dress. And as a monster most of her wounds had healed almost instantly. But this, this was different, he struck deeply into her muscular tail and it pulsed in pain. She heard his words finally and looked up at him simply watching his sandaled feet as he approached her, noting the blood freely soaking into his leather sandal. Something she knew she caused, good, she was glad. At least he was suffering too, it wasn't fair that her life had to be a hell. The gods have forsaken me.... She said softly as she began to raise her head to meet his eyes and end his life. But before she could she felt the air move in front of her face and the sword he had been wielding sunk into the ground before her face, her dull reflection looking back at her. She gave a shocked gasp and her eyes quickly snapped to him, wanting to end it faster now that he had almost succeeded in his execution. But as her snakes opened their mouths and hissed baring their fanged teeth at him nothing happened. He wasn't.... Looking. Medusa laughed. She hadn't laughed in ages it seemed. But she was laughing in relief, in exhaustion, in thankfulness that she did not have to kill him just yet, and of course to distract herself from the face that she was in pain still. She sat up and grabbed the swords hilt, pulling it from the ground and tossing it over the hill from him, far enough that he would have to use that leg to get it. Smart for a hero... She said as she tentatively got closer to him, she would have used the end of her tail but seeing as she didn't want to really move that yet she slithered close enough to use her hand and as he tried to get back up she pushed him back again so he fell again. Before he could get up again she let the heavy weight of her tail slither and move its way so that it was atop his lap, coiling its way around his midsection, the middle of her tail heavy and thick, a couple hundred pounds or so of pure muscle pinning him to the ground as the tip of her tail, where he had cut her, coiled into her own lap. She didn't say anything as she was doing this either, simply watched him to make sure he didn't pull another blade from somewhere. When she was sure he didn't have another blade she looked down at her torn flesh and began wiping away the dirt and pressing the scales back together. They would sew back together soon enough, she tore off a piece of her scarf and wrapped it tightly around the wound. All the while her snakes were actively hissing at him and watching him, while her own eyes refused to look up. But she knew if he started to struggle she would tighten her grip on his body. What an interesting situation you've gotten yourself into Medusa.... Exhausted and wasting energy on keeping this man captive..... She really did have to thank the gods for an interesting day now didn't she?