[ What turns to face Lancer is not the same familiar face that he had once known. Instead, due to the rapid transformation, Medusa has returned to something more familiar. More primal. (minus the wings)
Her idle slithering is interrupted by a hand upon her shoulder, which caused her to turn in the owner's direction with a volatile hiss. Controlling these sudden urges - fighting them as hard as she possibly could - was bad enough without someone snagging her attention. ]
There is... [ "Nothing fun about hunting prey", she wanted to say. But as she felt those scales harden and the primal desires grow stronger, Medusa slipped away from her restraint and felt that mouth of hers turn upward into a devious smirk. ]
There will be none left if you wish to accompany me. Are you confident you will not end up as my prey?
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minus the wings)Her idle slithering is interrupted by a hand upon her shoulder, which caused her to turn in the owner's direction with a volatile hiss. Controlling these sudden urges - fighting them as hard as she possibly could - was bad enough without someone snagging her attention. ]
There is... [ "Nothing fun about hunting prey", she wanted to say. But as she felt those scales harden and the primal desires grow stronger, Medusa slipped away from her restraint and felt that mouth of hers turn upward into a devious smirk. ]
There will be none left if you wish to accompany me. Are you confident you will not end up as my prey?