kill for gain or shoot to maim

Ah, but he wasn't the only thing that went bump in the night out here. After leaving Elysium, Scylla had holed up in the springs, making a temporary home while she figured out what she might like to do now. Assuming that she was harmless due to her size was a mistake that many had made. It was a mistake that most wouldn't be able to make again. Bones a'plenty littered the continent with her name written all over them.

From her place upon a rocky shelf, hidden by the sulfurous steam, dual-toned eyes watched an approaching form coming from the woods. The slate and cream fae was silent, unmoving. Head rested upon her paws, she watched with mild interest and considered the paths that she could take. She could stay still and wait for him to leave or she could choose to interact. In the end, boredom won.

"Such a handsome face but such an angry expression. What troubles you, grey one?" Still she didn't move, opting to play a little game with him. She'd stay unmoving until he looked her in the eye.

"Scylla"