kill for gain or shoot to maim

He didn't bristle or bite as she came in close. Instead he seemed to thrive on their close proximity. She liked that quite a bit. Having circled him to take in the complete view, Scylla made her way back to the protective shelf of rock that shielded her from the elements, and boy were they coming down. It seemed as though the sleet and rain came down harder as soon as she entered the hole in the stone wall.

The brutes question posed and Scylla released a contemplative noise from her throat as she considered. "Anything my little heart desires," was what she went with. It was true, after all. Mismatched eyes remained on the man for a moment, watching him get pelted with little balls of icy rain. She then motioned him to come into the little sanctuary with her. It was spacious enough for two, but they would have to touch. What a pity.

"Scylla"