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hnng medusa needs threads like omg. Lupus form because hey, why not. This is set in the daytime, pretty earlyish. Around... seven in the morning or so.


Medusa strolled along, carefully outside the borders of the pack she and Ksenija were scouting out, as it were. She was in her lupus form, as opposed to her more comfortable lycanthrope form that day. It seemed like a natural choice, for some reason. She trotted along the borders, amazed that she could look ten feet and be seeing a tree in a completely different land, when there was no distinct visual barrier. There was a scent, yes, but absolutely no visual indication saying 'You're about to enter a new land. Watch out and be respectful'. Medusa chuffed lightly. A warning like that would have been especially nice before the bitch from that artsy-fartsy merchant pack yelled at her for trying to protect her. It wasn't Medusa's fault she came from a different type of land than that.

She kept moving along at a steady pace and turned around every now and then, debating going back to Ksenija and her snakes, neither of whom were with her. The woman whined softly at those moments of indecision, ultimately deciding to continue on. A more noble endeavor she'd never known, except to maybe keep her snakes safe from marauding eagles. She sent a fearful glance up then, tail slipping briefly between her legs as she crouched down in fear. Shaking out her fur, Medusa let herself continue on until she got rather hot in the sun.

Deciding that a tree's shade was absolutely perfect to rest in, she circled once, twice, three, four, five, six, as many times as it took to make the spot absolutely completely comfortable. She stopped twice to nose twigs out of the way and then circled again. Once she was sure it was perfect, the golden woman flopped unceremoniously down onto the circle she'd tramped. Medusa rolled around in the grass and the dirt and sighed happily. Laying on her back with her limbs splayed, her tongue lolled out as she relaxed in the most canine way possible.


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Patrolling was more something the stormy male did than anything Alex would find himself doing. Which was part of the reason why he was off at the borders. Looking for Alaki, and hoping that he could convince him to take off for a short time and just do something lazy. Swim in the ocean, hang out in the room. Just something where they could be together, and have fun. It would be nice if he could find the angelo to do that.


Alex was in the middle of a particularly erotic fantasy when he realized that the crows were making a racket. Resigned he stuck his hands in his pockets and wandered over, wondering who could possibly have gotten close enough to the border to set them off. Perhaps he'd get lucky, and Alaki would be there as well investigating the noise. The crows had settled down by the time he got there. The scent veered off, leaving the border. Alex was curious though, so he followed it out to where a creamy wolf laid curled up. Hey there. It's pretty hot out, isn't it? His eyes studied the female, deciding that yes, indeed she was hot.


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The attractive side of her face is towards Alex xD just saying for reference. also, maybe Dusa could learn about Anathemaa?



Medusa was lazing around, perfectly at ease beneath the tree when she realized a bunch of annoying birds were screeching at her. She opened her eye and stared at the birds angrily and was vaguely amused when they quieted down, perhaps sensing the madness inherent to her or just being cowed by the mean look. She hoped it was the severe look of disappointment she leveled at them, wanting to nap in the shade.

Of course, it was hot as the punishland in her homeland's legend, so she'd rather sit in the cool shade and listen to the birds raising a fuss than sit in the sun and stare them down, so she curled up into a ball again and was just about to doze off when she heard someone approach. Flicking a golden ear, her eye swiveled to look at the grey-and-silver man -- how like Ksenija he was in coloring-- and her ears followed suit at his comments.

She lifted her head, careful to keep the unscarred side towards him as she nodded. Medusa was a vain creature, used to having good looks before they were taken from her by that eagle. Birds. The female hated them all. She nodded again at what the man said and then opened her delicate maw to respond. "Is like to very hot, yes. Medusa does not like the heat as so very much as she does the cool." Her English was still broken as ever, the native Serbian not really bothering with learning it properly, but she knew it well enough for him to be able to understand. She hoped.


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The cream female lifted her head with a regal movement few could match. So she was a proud female. Alex liked that. She was probably full of fire, enough to set him wondering what he could do to win her feisty heart. He wouldn't actually do anything, of course. His heart belonged to Alaki. That didn't mean that he couldn't admire what nature had created, and make sure that they knew it as well. After all, no one else was around to appreciate it.


Broken words answered his speech. So not only was she hot, she was foreign as well. Even better. Alex smiled broadly as she spoke, nodding his head in agreement. Beastly hot. It's better to spend a day like this in the caves. Preferably with Alaki there with him, keeping Alex entertained. Which reminded him. Where was the Angelo? He thought Alaki would have showed up along here. He hadn't gotten into trouble again, had he? Deciding that the dark male could take care of himself for once Alex devoted his attention to Medusa. Medusa is a beautiful name. Suits you well. My name is Alexander, but you can just call me Alex. He winked happily at her, tail still swaying brightly.


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Medusa leaned her head forward to lick one of her paws quickly and tilted her head as the male mentioned caves. She didn't know about any caves nearby. Perhaps she and Ksenija could stay in some to get away from the heat. Unless the caves were in the pack. She dreaded the response but still asked. "Caves? Are they nearby?" The female hoped against hope that she and her companion would be able to rest a night in one of them before they joined Anathema or learned more of it.

"Alexander..." Medusa said quietly, tasting the name. She ignored the compliment as he hadn't seen the other side of her face yet, but she knew it was truthful for the moment. A little part of her thrilled, eating the compliment as though it was freshly killed prey. The female suddenly decided to just ask about her new potential home, considering the male was obviously from it.

"My companion and I are for consider joining this Anathema as home." she started carefully, trying to keep her English at its best. "We are wanting to find the question-answers to our inquiries. Is you are able to tell me things about it?" she asked him.


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Medusa's response wasn't what he had exactly been expecting. Truthfully, it made sense that she was interested in it. He himself had stated that it was a day better spent underground than outside. He hadn't been thinking that she'd want to go there herself when he'd said it though. Yeah...they're in the pack. Alex smiled sheepishly, hoping that she wouldn't realize he hadn't meant to sound like he was teasing her with the offer of something she couldn't have.


Alex listened as she spoke, realizing how out of depth he was. Alex wasn't a welcoming committee to talk about Anathema. He barely knew much beyond the duties Alaki would let him tag along on. He nodded his head, deciding that it couldn't hurt anything if he tried to answer the questions. If he was wrong, hey. No harm no foul. Sitting down Alex grinned as charmingly as he could. If it's the price for such a beauty's company I'll gladly do so.


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Medusa's head dipped quickly in acknowledgement and sadness over the fact that as of yet, the caves she wanted to rest in were inaccessible. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth as she panted, deep in thought. Things were afoot for her and Ksenija, many many important things. Hopefully they'd have a new home and if they weren't together as much, doing their respective jobs, the feelings the golden female held for the Russian might go away. It was a hope.

Of course, the thought of jobs made Medusa smile. She knew the first question to ask. If she could start her art in Anathema, she would be the happiest wolf in the world. But the things she needed for it... Hopefully this pack would have them, or she'd be disappointed. Her ears flicked as Alex sat down next to her and complimented her again. Medusa sighed and decided enough with the hiding of her scars, so she turned until her whole face was showing.

Continuing on with the topic at hand, because she truly did not care what he thought of her, Medusa leaned forward, curious. "Is there of the craftsman job? Art work in pack? If so, is there big big ovens can cook very hot like as sun? Is important to what I do." she started, beginning the grilling Alex was going to have.


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Scars were revealed, distorting the female's face. It surprised Alex, but it was hidden beyond a brief flicker. Well, the rest of her was still just as pretty. A bottle or two and Alex wouldn't care. Besides, it wasn't like he was deeply interested in her anyways. A bit disappointing, but that was the extent of his feelings on the matter. Alex lived with someone who had horrendous scars, after all. Alaki's face was covered in them. Didn't detract from the male's sexiness one bit.


Alex listened to the questions as carefully as he could, sorting through the broken english. Yes, we have artists in the pack. We don't have anything like that though. At least, not that I'm aware of. He smiled, shaking his head. I'm sure someone could help build that. You could easily charm them. Alex wasn't trying to actively flirt with her. It was just the way he spoke, flirting with everything he found even slightly attractive.


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Sorry this is late and for any spelling errors. I'm on my iPod.

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Medusa thought for a second as Alexander began to answer her questions. So there were artists, but no ovens in which to melt down glass and create her art. It was a quandary. But someone else could help her build them, something that would please her greatly. She just needed a way to prove it would help to benefit the pack, she assumed. That of course was easy, she knew. Trading opportunities would open up quickly with the chance of glass sculptures and jewelry. She'd make something for the leaders, to prove her worth. Anything for her and Ksenija to have a new home.

A home with Ksenija. The thought made Medusa smile brightly. They could share one of those caverns Alexander had mentioned, live there together. Maybe become more than just friends..? A warmth spread through the female at the thought and she shivered. "Pack is okay with... Self-same lovers? Men loving of men? Women loving of women?" she asked, feeling awkward. There was no easy way to tell for her if someone was going to laugh or shun her or accept her. If the pack accepted homosexuality the. It would be perfect for she and her protective friend-hopefully-to-turn-lover.

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A bright smile radiated from the cream female. Even with the scars marring her face Alex couldn't help but think she was quite the looker. His mind briefly drifted off, imagining how nice it would be to be able to do what he wished with her. It would be highly enjoyable, he was sure. Of course, he had someone that could satisfy him far better than she ever could, but he still fantasized about such things at times. Such was his nature, admiring beauty where he saw it and wishing to taste it for himself.

The question brought disappointment across his face. She was taken. Even worse, he wasn't even in the running. As quickly as he could Alex hid those feelings away. Yes, they're perfectly fine with it. My mate is the Angelo of the pack, and very powerful. I'm pretty sure he would kill anyone who said he couldn't sleep with who he wished. Alex chuckled, imagining Alaki running as his knight in shining armor, slaying everyone in their wake to sleep together. Mm, delicious.


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