Who: Medusa and OPEN Where: The Docks When: Evening Warnings: Dunno yet!
Medusa hated the cold. Winter was a cruel season - one she usually spent on the west coast where the sun was always warm and the snow never came down the mountain. This year was different. The influx of gods both familiar and strange had piqued her curiosity. She couldn't stand the thought of leaving. The snakes had been displeased. They had bitten her on more then one occasion in the past week.
Patience, she whispered to them. The weather was getting warmer and while their tempers improved they remained restless. Which is why she was out tonight. She felt her favorite serpent, the thin black with onyx eyes moving beneath her shirt. The shared body heat felt good to them both and Medusa pulled her coat closer around herself.
The docks were not her favorite hunting grounds. She preferred Central Park but her gods had taken to using the place as an arena for their fights. It wasn't that she was afraid - far from it. Medusa liked to do things on her own time. They knew she was here of course but remained busy with more important affairs. Regardless she kept her distance. Now was not the time to strike.
Sick of using her gaze on rats Medusa was out for bigger game tonight. It had been awhile since she added a human to her gallery. Smiling she adjusted her glasses and remained on the look out for a new statue. She was a strange sight to be sure though no one harassed her. Her being beautiful again had only made her more dangerous.