Blood Moon Date Night

A big, strong foreleg wrapped around the small fae, pulling her svelte frame in tight against his body. Scylla kept her gaze locked on Saracyn where he hid in the bushes. The brute had just begun to mount her when the red Mendacium sprung into the clearing. The cobalt and cream woman watched, a smile on her maw, as Sara ripped the life from one of the wolves. The other three stared in shock and Scylla leaned up to whisper in the ear of the lead wolf, "Oh no, are you going to protect me? I'll owe you a favorrrr," her lilting voice begged with an enticing tease. The brute pushed her behind him, intent on keeping his prize safe. Ah, males... they were so stupid.

With three sets of eyes locked on Saracyn, Scylla was forgotten. She could do as she pleased. The big wolf, the one that had tried to mount her, stood at the center of the trio. Sliding her serpentine blade from its sheath, the diminutive lady moved forward, flicking her weapon outwards. It came back with blood upon it before the wolf even knew what was happening. One moment he was standing and growling, the next his hind legs wouldn't hold him up. Scylla had severed both hind achilles tendons.

The other two wolves were confused at first, then enraged. One made its way for Saracyn and the other made its way for Scylla. The leader was attempting to drag himself away, but he wouldn't get far. The woman nonchalantly wiped the blood from her blade and slid it back into its sheath at her wrist. It seemed as though she hadn't a care in the world as the brute came for her. She didn't need to worry. Yes, Scylla was small, but she was lightning quick and she knew how to fight. When the wolf was in striking distance, she was more than ready for him.

"Scylla"