I am the conquerer, get out of my waY

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it had been days after their initial meeting. and he craved for more of her direction, knowledge and experience. a fascinating wolf, she had been so unlike the rest. hard to forget when she introduced him to the world of influences galore. he paid a visit then, to the poison maker. greedy to take her skill from her, wanting it for himself. to hone it, learn it and abuse it. Érebos dunamis wanted to become close to her, like a snake with eyes on the apple. and scylla had the apple he wanted as of now. for all the wrong reasons, he showed up tonight at her door. biased and always choosing encounters that might've benefited him. selective, elusive and hardly aimless-, Érebos kept himself in uniform. yet, his intentions hadn't been all bad; he genuinely was interested in her, this queen. making a deal in his mind to pivot his less than desirable agendas away from her & her home. had things went well between the two, who knew the future and alliances they could have. a part of him pondering then if she knew the potential of him.

a turning table, he didn't imagine he'd like a Klein. let alone find her sensually pleasing and intriguing. were all Klein women this way?- his mind flickering to the thought of the scorned widow. it was safe to say these women knew how to sway their hips and talk with tongues dipped in shroom honey. dangerous, he intended to become closer than acquaintances with the family widow seemingly renounced & medusa trusted to co-rule her pack. why was family so known? what was their legacy, their story,.. their value? he intended to find out alone.

approaching her borders, he smelt her perfume amongst other scents. he would pause just before the thick markers and call for scylla and scylla alone. and only until then, would Érebos cross her borders with permission given- the rest hidden from the world outside with doors closed and locks turnt.


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Made for Alo by Skelle !

It seemed that Obscura was popular as of late. There had been several calls for an audience, a raid, a trespasser turned slave, and now a summons from the brute on the beach whom she'd shared a good time with. Fascinating stuff, if you asked her. Fascinating because Scylla didn't spread the word about her pack or their doings and yet... here they were.

Peeling herself from Nero's side, the small, svelte fae gave a long, languid stretch. Pink-tinged lips parted in a sweet little yawn and then she was on her way. Moving towards the border had become second nature by now. She'd truly made this territory her own.

Nearing the well worn path that indicated the packs border, Scylla passed one of her lovely creations. A tall, towering totem of terrifying taxidermy. This one was the head of a deer on the body of a bear with the tail and arms of an alligator. Spines from porcupines stuck out from the monsters neck in a thick collar. She was quite proud of this one.

The foliage parted and there stood Erebos. The small woman flashed a grin, pristine whites glinting as she did so. "What an unexpected surprise. Please," she gestured for him to cross the border with one sweeping paw. "Welcome to Obscura."

"Scylla Klein"

I am the conquerer, get out of my waY

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his brown and blue eyes landed on her small, sleek frame. scylla Klein was a sight-, an exotic flavor with a demeanor any dunamis could appreciate. like fluid, she talked and moved. casual as ever and easily making him conform to the ease of their interaction. she was thus far, not dangerous to him or his clan yet still, he kept his guard up in the slightest of ways. his senses vigilant and protective as he strode past the borders & into her home. her permission granted so easily as if they had been long time friends. was scylla this way to everyone? the Kleins he heard about were nothing like this one..

"Thank you Scylla." he smiled gently, walking alongside her small body as he let her guide them. "How have you been since our last event?" he asked with deep, cool tones. stoicism was his natural embodiment, but his aura said something else. eagerness to see what she was worth; both their encounter today and potential alliance. "I assume you know why I am here." it wasn't quite question but rather a directive to his grander interests.. what was her cost for such concoctions, and potions alike? what in fact did she have? and what would she claim they could do? his appearance today was meant for something darker of the tendency.. they had plenty to discuss.


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Made for Alo by Skelle !

Not only was Scylla sure of her own abilities, she was sure of the abilities of her wolves as well. She and Erebos had met before and the meeting had gone well, so why would she hesitate to invite him into the land that she had claimed? It wasn't as though no other wolf had ever set foot within the Falls. It was no great secret, the land itself. The things that were kept secret were done so in secret places.

Erebos questioned her, little pleasantries as they walked, and Scylla responded. "Nothing to complain about," she assured him. Things had been just fine within Obscura. They were preparing to claim another land after surveying it carefully. They'd been part of a raid. Everything was fine and dandy.

The black and white brute followed up with an assumption just as Scylla pushed aside a thick hide and beckoned him inside one of the spacious dens. The walls were littered with rock and clay shelving and every shelf held bits and baubles, crocks of this and that. At the back of the den, a low fire burned beneath a thick, stone vessel, the contents within bubbling along merrily. The scent of the place was very herbaceous and many plants hung from the ceiling to dry.

As if in answer to his question, the cobalt and cream fae faced Erebos and smiled sweetly. "What do you need?"

"Scylla Klein"