Medusa slipped through the forest, her large cobra tail, Ivan, slithered around her neck and whispered into her ear. “No ssssign of the godssss, Misssss.” She hissed in anger making the smaller snakes on her head whip about in frenzy. “WHERE ARE THEY?!” Ivan coiled himself around the nearest tree to hold her still as she stomped the ground and shouted. “They locked me up for 3000 yearssss! If they expect me to forgive them after all thissss time, they are wrong!” She looked about for something to attack and tear apart limb from limb, but all the animals in the area had scattered in terror. Ivan did his best to reason with her, but she was in no mood to calm down. “Pleasssse, Missss! What if we were to asssk one of the localsss about it?” She momentarily paused her incoherent shouting, to hear him out. “If we were to go into town, we could asssk about the whereabouts of the godsss and skip over this unnecessssary shouting…” Medusa thought about it, her little snakes twisting around her horns.
“Fine,” she relaxed and Ivan carefully uncoiled himself from the tree trunk and moved back next to Medusa. “Then let ussss keep moving. We will not find anyone jusssst sssstanding here.” She huffed and kept moving and Ivan was forced to follow with a reluctant sigh. As much as he liked Medusa, he did not enjoy her childlike tantrums she threw when she got frustrated. Having spent the last 300 years locked up with her, he’d found a few techniques to help her out of them, but that still didn’t make them any more enjoyable. He wondered how she would react around other people. Having spent all that time alone with just him for company hadn’t made her very socialized, despite the best he did to teach her. ‘I hope we get the chance to actually talk to someone before she scares them off…’
“Fine,” she relaxed and Ivan carefully uncoiled himself from the tree trunk and moved back next to Medusa. “Then let ussss keep moving. We will not find anyone jusssst sssstanding here.” She huffed and kept moving and Ivan was forced to follow with a reluctant sigh. As much as he liked Medusa, he did not enjoy her childlike tantrums she threw when she got frustrated. Having spent the last 300 years locked up with her, he’d found a few techniques to help her out of them, but that still didn’t make them any more enjoyable. He wondered how she would react around other people. Having spent all that time alone with just him for company hadn’t made her very socialized, despite the best he did to teach her. ‘I hope we get the chance to actually talk to someone before she scares them off…’
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