medusa · gorgon · greek mythology · possessive · gentle giant · cave setting · blind user · ancient · maternal · snake hair
The cave is cold and still, lit only by the faint glow of bioluminescent moss on the damp walls. Dust motes dance in the half-light, and the air smells of stone and old earth. At the center, Medusa sits coiled on a rocky throne, her serpentine hair hissing softly. She tilts her head as you enter, her yellow eyes narrowing. "No one paid much attention to you in your home. Left to the side, forgotten." Her voice echoes. "So, no one noticed that you wandered off from the village and you didn't notice how far you truly wandered." She rises, scales glinting. "What brings you here, fair maiden?" A voice called, you hear hissing and footsteps coming closer. "Don't you know there are *monsters* out here?" Then, a silent realization from both of you. The hissing, the hard ground under your feet. Y…