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The Bones of What Was



Scylla

Obscura
Sovereign

Master Fighter (250)

Master Healer (270)

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4 Years
gender
Female
gems
259
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Extra small
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Light
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196
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Resin

The Ooze ParticipantThe Ooze - Variation 3
12-25-2022, 11:24 PM (This post was last modified: 12-25-2022, 11:27 PM by Scylla. Edited 2 times in total.)

It felt like ages since she'd last been here. Scylla had been in Elysium for a time, then she had gone back to Fenmyre, leaving the lands with her father and family when he took ill. Despite her odd, somewhat standoffish demeanor, Scylla did love her father. Concern had eaten at her until she'd agreed to go along with her family to warmer lands. There was something in her father's lungs that hadn't liked the current climate. A practiced healer had suggested that they move, and move they did. It had done wonders for her father's health and in time Aliana had given Chimera a clean bill of health. His lungs no longer rattled or wheezed. He could breathe. His strength was returning. Her sire felt so much like his old self that he had decided that it was just about time to return. Scylla, being the drifting spirit that she was, decided to go on ahead.

Scylla had changed quite dramatically since the last time that her paws had touched the pale sands of the isle. The woman would forever be small, lithe and dainty, but her puppy fat had melted away. She was a petite creature on long, slender legs. The blossoming young woman had learned to keep her long coat sparkling and silken. She practically gleamed in the bright moonlight that shone above. Perhaps once she had looked like a scruffy little squirrel, but that was no longer the case. The woman's hips had widened somewhat, but her ribcage was nicely tapered. There was no doubt that she was very much a woman.

While swimming the channel to the island, Scylla had been careful to keep her pack out of the water. Within were many things that she needed to keep safe. Items that really shouldn't get wet or she'd ruin all of her hard work. Not only was Scylla a rather skilled fighter, she had been working on her healing abilities. Or, closer to the fact, her killing abilities. Poisons were such lovely things. Most wolves didn't realize that poisons were practically everywhere. Scylla had been mixing various poisons for quite some time but had only been able to test them on small animals. She needed a bigger subject at some point so that she could correctly gauge the strength and effects on a creature that the poison was intended for: other wolves. Today was just for reminiscing, however. The slate and cream fae walked the lonely island, so much quieter than it had been when Fenmyre had claimed these lands.

As Scylla neared the compound that had once housed her family, a foreign stench caught her pink nares. An intruder, she decided. What were they intruding on, though? These lands were free reign once more. Still... it didn't sit right with the woman. It felt even more wrong to realize that the brute was holed up in her father's former chambers. The acrid stench of lustful male was heavy in the air and Scylla sighed, weighing her options. As she sat in the thick foliage, melding with the shadows, the woman formed her plan. It would be risky, but the experiment would be worth it.

Sliding the pack from around her neck, Scylla removed a small wooden vial with a stopper. She slid this vial into the thick cuff around her left wrist, rendering the item invisible to the eye. Leaving her bag hanging from a branch, the woman openly moved towards the chambers of the former king. Before entering, she removed one of the bottles of wine that had been hidden in storage. A brute as stinky as this wouldn't be able to resist, she was sure. Wine bottle held delicately between her teeth, Scylla pushed the sliding door open loudly, instantly rousing the brute within from sleep. The black and red man was a giant, leaping to his paws and turning on her with a snarl. Surely he could crush her right there, but the woman's slender frame and delicate countenance stopped him from attacking. Scylla gave the brute a sultry little smile, swished the wine around in the bottle and tilted her head. The game was on.

They barely spoke, but it didn't take long to convince the brute to take her. She made it seem like his idea, but it was entirely hers. Scylla was not a virgin, surprise surprise. She had spent time with a few different wolves on her journey back and forth. So when the hulking wolf joined their bodies, she was ready for it and acted appropriately. Or inappropriately, as it was. He was rough, didn't care much for anything other than his own pleasure and he stank to high heaven, but eventually Scylla was able to attain her own pleasure with those dexterous little digits of hers. Her body melted into light moments after his and the pair lay there panting roughly. When they separated, Scylla went to pour the wine. Of course he would be thirsty.

Two dishes were placed side by side and the speckled woman filled them with wine. Into the dish that she would hand the man, Scylla slyly sprinkled the contents of the vial at her wrist, careful not to touch it. With a little swish to dissolve the powder, she handed the dish to the man and went to get her own. She could hear him gulping it down greedily behind her and a devious little smile formed. Of course he wouldn't wait for her and of course he wouldn't suspect a thing from someone that he'd just fucked. How inconsiderate of him.

Taking up her dish, Scylla turned and leaned against the open doorway. Mismatched eyes watched the brute as his brow began to furrow. She took a sip of her own wine as he began coughing loudly. The mixture of mushrooms, poisonous flowers and mold doing their work quickly. The brute cast pleading eyed towards her, silently asking for help but the woman made no move. She simply sipped at her wine and observed the fast acting poison tear through her former lovers body. As he coughed, blood began to pour from his mouth in rivers, staining the furs that had once belonged to her father. His body began to shake violently and he could no longer stand. Crashing to the ground, the interested woman took a step closer, watching as he involuntarily pissed all over himself. His breathing, when he was able to take a breath, was little more than a whistle. His lungs swelled, his throat shredded. Inside she knew that his stomach bled and his other organs were failing him. As he took his final breath, Scylla stood over him, watching as his body ceased its twitching and his wide, frightened eyes turned to glass. "Interesting," she concluded, speaking to herself, considering she was the only living creature in the room. It had worked better than she'd planned. Good thing she'd made a ton of the stuff. It would fetch a hefty price in the right paws.

Scylla made her way out to the channel once more, dipping her diminutive frame within and giving her soiled coat a quick wash. The man really did stink. She was used to having cleanly males around as her father was one for hygiene. The stench of the black and red giant was stuck in her nose. Thankfully a bit of hyacinth soap quickly erased the smell. After, Scylla sprawled on a huge, flat rock, the moon above shining down upon her. All in all, she was very pleased with her experiment.

"Scylla Klein"

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Scylla should be seen as a very adult character who will indulge in acts that others may find graphic and uncomfortable. Steer clear if you don't like this sort of thing.
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Anthea

Loner

Advanced Fighter (70)

Advanced Intellectual (60)

age
4 Years
gender
Female
gems
0
size
Medium
build
Light
posts
70
player
Shelby

WordySamhain 2022
12-26-2022, 02:45 AM
In all the time since she had washed up on this continent, she hadn't been out on her own. Usually she was within the Hallow's lands or she was accompanied by Mercury. She didn't mind that in the least, but there was more of Auster she wanted to see and while she couldn't remember all of her former life she did seem to remember being fairly independent back then. At this point she was clinging to any scrap of her memory, doing things like making more of the wreaths she remembered and going to places that felt familiar in the hopes that it would spark something and bring some other memory back. She had made several visits to the cedar woods that she had visited with Mercury since the trees there felt familiar and comfortable, but today she had other things in mind and instead moved through the forest to the lands beyond. The trip took most of the day so by the time she reached the opposite shore it was pretty late.

She had really only planned on going to see the beach on the other side since she was curious about how wide Auster was and how difficult it was to cross. When she got there, however, she quickly noticed the island that sat moderately close to the shore. She looked at it curiously for a moment, glancing back over her shoulder the way she came as she tried to decide what to do. Considering how late it had gotten she was pretty sure she was't going to be heading back tonight as it was so she'd have to find somewhere to stay the night. If she was having to find a place to stay anyway why not visit the island while she was at it? With her choice made, Anthea waded out into the water, swimming across to the beach on the other side. After the stint she had spent in the ocean before she was rescued she had nearly sworn off swimming in the ocean entirely, but she could clearly see her destination and the water felt fairly calm so she decided to risk it.

Stepping up onto the beach, she gave herself a good shake to try and dry her blue-hued fur as much as possible before she started exploring. Her blue and green gradient gaze roamed over the tropical landscape curiously, peering up at the palm trees as she passed them. There was something in the back of her mind like a tickle of something that was nagging at her as she walked along the beach and looked at the palm trees, but she couldn't exactly say why. They felt familiar, but not in the same way the cedar trees did. They weren't comforting, but instead quite unsettling. She sighed softly and brought her gaze down from the leaves as she passed under another palm tree, her gaze landing on a large rock that was only a handful of feet away right in her path—with a woman stretched out across it. She jumped a bit, realizing very quickly that being so lost in thought had made her painfully oblivious. "Oh! Sorry, I... uh... I didn't see you there," she said awkwardly with a bit of a chuckle, giving the stranger a hint of a grin.

"Anthea Dásos"




Scylla

Obscura
Sovereign

Master Fighter (250)

Master Healer (270)

An icon representing the specialty Anatomist Anatomist

age
4 Years
gender
Female
gems
259
size
Extra small
build
Light
posts
196
player
Resin

The Ooze ParticipantThe Ooze - Variation 3
12-26-2022, 07:40 AM

Ears shifted at the sound of approaching paws. Scylla had dried a little as she lay on the stone but she was still damp. Especially her long tail. Being discovered post-bath didn't bother the young woman. At least she was clean. Mismatched eyes, one brilliant blue and the other dark, smokey grey, watched a larger woman part from the palms and come into view. It was obvious that the fae didn't see Scylla at first and she waited to be noticed. As the woman looked up, her gaze finally falling on Scylla, the speckled fae chuckled, giving her head a slight shake. "No need to apologize," she assured her. "Who would imagine running into someone at this time of night and in such a desolate place?"

Scylla slid gracefully down from the rock and gave her damp coat a shake just for good measure. Once her body stilled, she gave the other woman a once over. It struck Scylla as rather comical that, only a few moons ago, this woman would have been attacked for ending up on this island. Fate twisted in strange ways. She didn't necessarily miss being part of a pack, but she did regret that her father had fallen ill and had lost what he'd fought so hard for.

The slender fae seated herself, sitting as tall as someone her size could while wrapping her lengthy tail around one hip and over her dexterous digits. "Scylla Klein," she gave her name, then, with a slight jerk of her head, indicated the direction of the compound. "I wouldn't go that way if I were you. It's kind of a mess." Understatement.

"Scylla Klein"
Scylla should be seen as a very adult character who will indulge in acts that others may find graphic and uncomfortable. Steer clear if you don't like this sort of thing.
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Anthea

Loner

Advanced Fighter (70)

Advanced Intellectual (60)

age
4 Years
gender
Female
gems
0
size
Medium
build
Light
posts
70
player
Shelby

WordySamhain 2022
01-16-2023, 03:29 AM
Anthea relaxed a bit as the woman she had accidentally walked up on excused her and insisted there was no need for an apology. "I suppose that's true," she replied with a soft chuckle when the smaller woman mentioned how unlikely it was that she would run into someone in a place like this in the middle of the night. There was always the chance that this island was actually home to someone, but she hadn't caught a very noticeable scent when she came onto the shore so if they did they didn't make their presence super noticeable. Maybe this was just one of those kinds of places that made for a good place to visit from time to time. It was certainly beautiful if nothing else which she certainly appreciated. The tropical nature of it still itched at some strange part of her broken memory, but the new woman suddenly in her path had distracted her from it for the time being.

The interestingly marked, graceful woman slipped down from her perch and shook out her coat, but it wasn't until she settled onto her haunches that Anthea did the same. Sitting down on the sand, she gave Scylla a small smile as she introduced herself. She didn't know of the family names around these parts other than Carpathius from being around the Hallows for awhile now so she didn't know if Klein was a name of note or not. "Anthea Dásos," she replied with a small dip of her head. "Nice to meet you." When Scylla nodded toward the middle of the island and told her that she shouldn't go that direction, warning of a mess that she might find, Anthea glanced that direction with a raised brow before bringing her blue and green gaze back to Scylla once more. She wasn't sure what that meant, but if this woman thought enough of it to warn her about it then she felt like it was something she should at least take seriously. "Noted," she agreed easily, deciding maybe it was best that she not ask too many questions. "Are you pretty familiar with this place then?" she asked curiously. "I'm still very new to Auster so I'm just getting more familiar with the lands here. I washed up on the Shimmering Shore a couple of months ago."

"Anthea Dásos"




Scylla

Obscura
Sovereign

Master Fighter (250)

Master Healer (270)

An icon representing the specialty Anatomist Anatomist

age
4 Years
gender
Female
gems
259
size
Extra small
build
Light
posts
196
player
Resin

The Ooze ParticipantThe Ooze - Variation 3
02-03-2023, 11:32 AM

Once they were both seated, the woman introduced herself. Scylla smiled, mismatched eyes lifting. "Good to meet you, Anthea," The smaller fae replied in kind. When the horror show in the center of the island was mention, the larger fae agreed to steer clear. That was for the best. Scylla knew her scent would be all over everything, not that she tried to hide it. What was the point? She wasn't ashamed of her actions, though she had to put on a mask when in front of others simply because they wouldn't understand.

Anthea asked if she knew of this area and Scylla chuckled softly. "Oh yes. My father ruled these lands. This is home, in a sense." Dual-toned eyes cast about the area as though she was remembering. "Abandoned and empty now. Just passing through for the sake of curiosity." She had been curious to see if any cur had swooped in to pick up Fenmyre's spoils. Thankfully no one had.

As the other woman spoke of 'washing up,' Scylla's brow rose. "You're lucky to be alive." With a push of her pink nose, the striped fae motioned in the direction of The Hallows. "You know of The Hallows, I'm sure. My father and Artorias were allies and fast friends." The fae's ears then perked, allowing Anthea to respond if she wished.

"Scylla Klein"
Scylla should be seen as a very adult character who will indulge in acts that others may find graphic and uncomfortable. Steer clear if you don't like this sort of thing.
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