The dance of the death

The brute gave his name and Scylla released a belly laugh, one paw raising up to settle on her chest. "It seems as though you've forgotten your sister." Though older, they had grown up together for a good portion of their lives. Time made them older, but there was no denying that the two had spent time together way back when.

The paw on her chest shifted, motioning for Orthrus to come into Obscura territory. "Come, come. Many of our brothers and sisters are here as well." The slate and cream fae turned and began to walk back towards the denning area. "After Ashen was lost, our family scattered to the winds. I'm bringing them back together for some fun." Scylla cast a sidelong glance at her larger sibling. "How have you been?"

"Scylla Klein"