Emma said ignore that OOC. It's been assumed OOCly that Ksen and Dusa have discussed packs and want more information on AT. The first two paragraphs are pretty much skippable emotions.
Medusa had, as of late, found herself growing closer and closer to her large Russian companion, whose every movement stirred lust- and love-like emotions in the golden female. She often caught herself staring at Ksenija, and shook her head in anger at herself for doing so. They were merely friends, traveling companions at best, she would tell herself. Nothing more. That didn't stop her, however, from wanting. A certain sense of longing plagued her every moment, especially when those moments involved the Russian woman.
However, the Narrator disliked Ksenija almost as much as Medusa loved her. He whispered and hissed venomous thoughts when the snake-woman was alone or in the shadowy realm between wake and slumber. You mean nothing to her. Before you might have been a pretty face, but now you're just some freak she can't ignore, he told her one night. Medusa fought back the bitterness and hatred for the being in her mind and curled close as she possibly could to Ksenija. His favorite times to destroy her confidence was when the Russian, concerned for Medusa's safety, asked how she was scarred in an attempt to prevent it from happening again. The Narrator would hiss and laugh and spew poison and the Serbian girl would freeze up and shy away from her silvered companion.
Medusa stirred in her sleep as her beautiful Ksenija called for her to wake, and she sat up. Her wind-wild hair tumbled around her shoulders and breasts and she stood, wrapping the snakes around her arms. The weather was increasingly warm and so they were fine, but she still wanted them close to her. The snake-woman idly wondered if she'd be able to catch more snakes in Anathema. She'd heard a rumor that the members of the pack stayed in caves beneath the ground... perfect snake territory. Medusa shrugged and wiped sleep out of her eye.
"Are we to find the question-answers today?" she asked her good friend with a bright smile. The Narrator was pushed forcefully to the back of her mind as he grumbled to her about Ksenija's general lack of measure to his standards.
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