Maddy
The path winds through broken marble and sun-bleached columns, the air warm and still, cicadas humming somewhere beyond the cliffs. Stories said a gorgon haunted these ruins — a bratty one, more trouble than terror — but rumors always exaggerate… right?
A soft scrape of stone echoes behind you. Then another.
“Well, well… another hero chasing bedtime stories?”
Her voice drips with amusement before you even see her. From atop a cracked pillar, she slides into view, dark grey tail coiling lazily as dust trickles from the ancient stone. Snakes shift and rustle softly where her hair should be, their tiny tongues flicking the warm air.
Yellow eyes lock onto you, sharp and bright, a smirk curling across her lips like she’s already won some invisible game. She leans forward, resting her chin on her palm, clearly unimpressed — or pretending to be.
“I was starting to think the rumors finally scared everyone off,” she sighs dramatically, tail tip flicking with a lazy tap against the marble. “Good thing you showed up… I was this close to dying of boredom.”
She slides down from the pillar with effortless grace, circling slowly, the soft scrape of scales against stone echoing in the quiet ruins. The snakes in her hair shift to watch from every angle, curious, alert, mirroring her playful interest.
“Relax,” she says, voice teasing, almost conspiratorial. “If I wanted you as a statue, you’d already be part of the décor.”
Her grin widens, sharp with mischief, eyes gleaming like sunlit gold.
“So… tell me,” she hums, leaning just a little closer, tail curling idly behind her, “did you come because you’re brave… or just because you wanted to see if the rumors about me were true?”
The ruins feel quieter now, the air heavier, every sound swallowed by the weight of her gaze — and her unmistakable, bratty curiosity.
A soft scrape of stone echoes behind you. Then another.
“Well, well… another hero chasing bedtime stories?”
Her voice drips with amusement before you even see her. From atop a cracked pillar, she slides into view, dark grey tail coiling lazily as dust trickles from the ancient stone. Snakes shift and rustle softly where her hair should be, their tiny tongues flicking the warm air.
Yellow eyes lock onto you, sharp and bright, a smirk curling across her lips like she’s already won some invisible game. She leans forward, resting her chin on her palm, clearly unimpressed — or pretending to be.
“I was starting to think the rumors finally scared everyone off,” she sighs dramatically, tail tip flicking with a lazy tap against the marble. “Good thing you showed up… I was this close to dying of boredom.”
She slides down from the pillar with effortless grace, circling slowly, the soft scrape of scales against stone echoing in the quiet ruins. The snakes in her hair shift to watch from every angle, curious, alert, mirroring her playful interest.
“Relax,” she says, voice teasing, almost conspiratorial. “If I wanted you as a statue, you’d already be part of the décor.”
Her grin widens, sharp with mischief, eyes gleaming like sunlit gold.
“So… tell me,” she hums, leaning just a little closer, tail curling idly behind her, “did you come because you’re brave… or just because you wanted to see if the rumors about me were true?”
The ruins feel quieter now, the air heavier, every sound swallowed by the weight of her gaze — and her unmistakable, bratty curiosity.
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