Medusa Isn't So Bad

The Mortal's quest

A sneeze woke me. Serpents wrangled around my cheeks and lay by my neck. I smacked them away, groggy and sitting up quickly. Time was relative here. I could afford to sleep in, or wake up early. Without sunlight pouring in, it was usually hard to tell time of day anyway. Yawning, I stretched out my hand and touched soft, cold skin. Blinking, I slowly turned my head to my night guest who slept on my bed instead of the nice little cot I prepared her. My jaw fell open.
"You blasted serpents!" I hissed at them. "How did you not notice the mortal climbing into my bed?"
They slowly rose at my voice, some of them muttering protests at me disturbing their sleep. Pink tongues stuck out and they flashed their fangs.
She climbed in after she stumbled around looking for the bathroom. Nia muttered. She found it somehow, but then she collapsed next to you. We debated on whether we should bite her, but Aspin said no.
That surprised me. "Aspen, you said no? You're supposed to be the most violent of the bunch. What? Going soft on the mortal?"
Hmph. He sneered. Of course not! I just like her scent. She smells like blood.
Creepy. So freaking creepy. I shouldn't have asked him and expected a normal answer.
"Whatever." I mumbled. "But next time wake me! Your not the only ones with fangs. I could have accidentally bitten her in my sleep."
Next time? Is the mortal staying here forever?

I bristled at that, pushing back my blanket and getting to my feet. "Of course not. It's just...Whatever. It's time for our guest to leave."

My hand started to touch her shoulder when a scent reached my nose. Salty and distinctly male. The sweaty, arrogant stench of a demigod most definitely on a quest to ruin my precious peaceful morning. 

I titled my head upward, my ears pricking. Someone was arriving and so early. Perhaps to take me by surprise. Either way, my plans for breakfast were surely ruined. I looked over at my night guest, sleeping so content. There was no point waking her, not in her condition. Instead, I went to my wardrobe and made ready my armor.

This one is a little different. My serpents hissed, their voices angry. They  smell of more then sweat! Like...sea water.

I'd only just adjusted the plating across my breasts when I heard water dripping. I knew the rain had stopped last night, so it could have been one of the baths running over, but at their mention of sea water I sheathed a small knife on my hip, and slide on my metal knuckle units. Making sure my serpents stayed braided and out of my way, I came to the front doorway, watching as something clear drew across the floor.

Water? I bent down, sniffing. Salt water from the ocean. My home was not far from the shoreline, but even the worst of floods never brought in so much. I looked up at the ceiling, my eyebrow twitching in annoyance. A certain demigod most likely wanted to flood us out. He was smart to consider it, but this cave had too many small nooks and crannies. I never sealed it off completely, so this water had outlets at multiple areas. I rose from the balls of my feet, smirking.

"Want to play little demigod?" I roared. "Then let's play!"

But it would be on my terms. That was only fair given I hadn't gotten to eat anything. I mean honestly, would it have been so terrible to wait until midday? Fighting on an empty stomach was disgraceful, but I still ambled away from the doorway, creeping to the far right cove of my home where all the other disrespectful guests stood in stone agony.

Statues of every size and shape littered this part of my home. I admired my collection, leaning on the shoulder of a young man frozen mid-scream. He was very handsome. I was not good at sculpting, but my gift gave me such lovely decorations. I hid among them, blending in, nothing more then a silhouette as our blissfully ignorant demigod slowly stalked around them, believing he was stealthily descending upon me.