Bite The Poison Apple

The small woman picked her way through the thicket, growing ever closer to the path where her prey waited. The moon had shimmied its way into the sky, casting its glittering glow upon the crystalline snow. There was ample light now that dusk had given way to night. That little in between time usually gave one a harder time seeing. There was no trouble now, however, and Scylla slid her slender frame beneath one low hanging, naked branch before she was on the clear path. Gingerly, the delicate woman used the pawprints of the brute so that she could keep herself as dry and ice free as possible. In the distance, she could see the hulking form of the man laying in the center of the path. Oh goodie!

There was no wind, but the closer she came to the wolf, the more little alarms went off inside her skull. Familiar. This scent was familiar. Brows drew together and Scylla put on a little speed, loping towards the form that grew larger and larger. The scent grew stronger and by the time she arrived at the black and red body, Scylla was inwardly grimacing. It was Saracyn. Of all the fucking wolves in the world, she had to dart one that hated her. And also one that she lived with. Just great.

"Oh, Strawberry..." Scylla sighed as she moved around in front of the man, her gaze meeting his. She hadn't seen him since her return. He'd grown. Though he was about as tall as he had been last time, Sara had filled out and looked rather manly, if she did say so herself. With another sigh, she seated herself before him, using her paws to gently clear the snow off of his face from his... abrupt stop. Digits ran lightly over his damp fur until he was clean. The woman's dual-toned gaze fell upon the stack of furs and she drew it close, using all of her might to lift the big lugs head and place it on the furry pillow.

"What a predicament," she spoke in breathy, contemplative tones. She sat within the man's field of vision, curling her long tail around dainty little paws. The woman sat tall, or as tall as she could manage with her small stature, the moon above wreathing her in soft light. "I was working on a sedative to benefit the pack. I hadn't expected anyone from Elysium to come this way, let alone you." A third sigh pulled from her and she began to speak again, this time in clearer, more clinical tones. "The sedative won't last terribly long and should only leave you with a mild headache, if anything. You'll gradually begin to gain control of your faculties once more. Your voice should return before your limbs are fully functional." She hadn't given him the full dose. Just enough to knock him out. Based on the dosage and his size, she imagined he'd be back to his pissy, volatile self in a little over an hour.

Scylla's lips pursed for a moment and she wrinkled her nose, flashing pristine white teeth for a second. "You also may be subject to an unwanted erection." She remembered this only because it seemed as though this was already the case. "Sorry about that," she shrugged lightly, tail thumping once in the snow. That urge was there within her. The urge to do something terribly naughty while her childhood foe was incapacitated. Ohhh, but should she? Blue and grey eyes narrowed slightly as she looked down upon the prone form of Saracyn. It would be so easy to just take what she wanted from him.

"Scylla Klein"