"It’s beautiful, isn’t it?"
Both Female’s stood in a circle of fire. Medusa did not have a clue on why the creature appeared in her thoughts. This was only an illusion. A place of mind Medusa calls a safe home. Flames, fire, oh how it burned! The beauty! The sparkle! The blaze! How could you not say it’s beautiful? The way the fire heats up your fleshy skin and inner Blood. So relaxing and triggering.
"So… gorgeous." Medusa snickered, twitching. She lost her mind. Fire was one Hell of a triggering substance. My, my, poor Female, how did you come here in the first place? You need to run.
The more worried she becomes, the more likely her unstable side will surface. Keeping her own insanity at bay was fairly hard work and she's figured out what sets it off. And most of the time it works as a defense mechanism of sorts. From this situation she still has hope to save herself. It'll be, fine calm down, she can handle this. The dark aura starts to thicken and shield her from anything from getting too close. She holds her hand out in front of her as she tried to back out. She had formed thorns out of the aura on her hands and arms.
