Who: Phobos and Medusa What: A visit Where: Swamp/Medusa’s garden When: Monday Evening Warnings: TBD
Brown, green and black – the colors of the swamp she now called home. The last time Medusa had sloughed off her human skin her scales had been a brilliant red. That had been over a century ago and she still missed them. Now she was mottled, blending in with the environment instead of standing out of it.
No matter. She’d change again. Just like she always did.
For now all that existed was the heat, the muddy earth and the never ending hunt for new additions to her garden.