my heart my sacrifice

With so much strange ooze in her mouth, it was impossible not to swallow a ton of it. With her belly full of the stuff, Scylla had begun to feel sick. Her adventures had ended quickly and she made her way back home to her mom. Mom could always make things better. That was how the parental jobs were laid out in the girl's mind. Dad protected them from everything and mom made them feel better.

The girl's tiny form pushed into the chamber that she shared with her mom, brother and most of the time Dalila. Her ears were drooping and her head was hanging. The green ooze poured from her mouth, nose, eyes and ears. It was splattered across her slate and blue coat, mixing in with the cream spattered pattern. Seeing her mom, Scylla gave that soft whine that only a pup in distress can give. "Momma, I don't feel good."

"Scylla Klein"