Really, I'm Okay.

It hadn't been that long since the thing they called 'The Long Night' had ended. Scylla wasn't fussed about it either way. Other than the fact that the light of day kept her brother asleep and hiding due to his fair complexion and pale eyes. Scylla herself squinted a bit during the brightest bits of day, but she mostly just stuck to the jungle where the thick foliage blocked out most of the bright light. It worked for her. She just had to spend less time with her brother. That did mean spending more time with Kione killing things. The girl was pretty pleased with that. The more things that she could kill, the better.

Scylla didn't remember much about the time that she was infected. It all seemed like a dream. She hadn't been cursed with the crystals or the mushrooms, but she'd been cursed with endless ooze pouring from inside of her. One clear memory was vomiting up a rabbit's food which she then turned into a necklace and wore every day. She liked the way that it glowed. The fact that it had come from inside her didn't bother the girl one bit. She was weird like that. During her infection, she'd received a few injuries, all of which were self inflicted. She'd chewed at her forelegs, sliced open her head and lips while banging her head against the bars in an attempt to escape. She remembered that. And she remembered falling from the ceiling and knocking the wind out of herself.

The girl wrinkled her nose at the memories and curled in on herself. She lay on the wide wooden deck that stretched between all of the wings of the complex. Scylla was waiting for Albion to wake up since Kione had had other things to do today. She was bored since she didn't have anything else to sew together. Her supplies were slim pickings at the moment. She needed more dead things and she needed more horse tail. Scy didn't want to ask her dad because he was so busy, but no one else really hunted that she knew of. Ugh... what a frickin' mess.

WC-360/1500

"Scylla Klein"