Wereology

№1|Enter: Medusa Demgorgean

№1|Enter: Medusa Demgorgean
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It was quiet, almost a little too quiet, the sound of rustling from a nearby bush appeared to be a bunny. It hopped through the moonlit plain of grass, with not a worry in the world, completely unaware of the white wolf watching it from the bushes.

The wolf stalked closer towards the bunny, and opened his mouth to reveal sharp teeth. Strands of drool dripped down from it. Once in reach of the bunny, the wolf leaped up into the sky, but before it could feast on the bunny... the video paused.

"Werewolves, what do we know about them?" The snaked hair researcher pondered, walking out onto the stage, "I, Medusa Demgorgean, have devoted my life to answering that question."

Medusa gulped, looking into the room of investors watching her every move. I need this to go well; I need more funding for this project. Now is not the time to get nervous, Medusa.

"Through my research I've learned that werewolves are in the league of their own." She clicked a button, and the video turned into a slideshow of a werewolf's body x-ray. "Their bodies are designed to shift between their human and wolf form almost instantly. The fur that lines their body is equipped to adapt to any weather condition."

One of the investors raised their hand, "why would we want to invest in a project to study werewolves? Have you seen what they do to people? They're murderers!"

"I'm aware of what the media says miss, but I believe that there's a different side to their story. If you just fund my study, I can assure you that I will be able to learn more about their race with hands-on research! Books and research papers can only teach us so much-"

"Miss Medusa," another investor spoke up, "we've heard enough, and I think that this goes for all of us when I say we can't fund your research study. I'm sorry, Medusa."

Medusa felt her mind shatter, "bu-but!" She tried to catch the investors as they were walking out of the conference hall, "if you just give me more of your time-"

"Miss Medusa!" The investors turned around, fuming with anger and annoyance, "we can't fund your research, end of story. Werewolves are dangerous, just leave it at that. Go mix some chemicals or something and call us when you finally have something we're interested in."

Medusa sighed and walked back to the conference hall. She packed up her research and turned off the projector. "Why won't they listen...?" Medusa asked herself. She held up the skull of a werewolf, "you aren't so bad, are you?"

She stopped and sighed, "I'm talking to a wolf skull." She hung her head low and placed the skull back onto the table, "I need some friends..."

Medusa put on her jacket and placed the last of her research into her bag. She pulled out a little notebook, flipping to a page that said 'failed pitching attempts.' she placed an X over 15 "and that's number 15," she closed the notebook and placed it back in her purse.

"Hmm, 15 failed attempts, maybe stuffing my sorrows in cake might help me celebrate this wonderful occasion." Medusa scowled, angrily marching away from the Research Center for Mythical Biology.

She looked up to see rain pouring down. "Wonderful..." Medusa scorned, opening her umbrella. She watched as people whispered and gave her nasty looks. Medusa stood at the crosswalk, noticing a couple gawking at her in disgust.