Caught Off Guard

Fuck.

Scylla had been delicately picking her way between the briars, mismatched eyes scanning the undergrowth for some nice little mushrooms, when a snarl from behind rippled through the air. She hadn't smelled the big cat, the wind working against her, but there it was. The tiger blocked her exit and it damn well knew it. From her place amidst the darkness caused by the thick braids of thorn covered vines, the light of day outside was drastically different.

The tiger attempted to reach in with one big paw, it's curved claws extending to try and hook into the slate and cream fae. With a grimace, Scylla lashed out in return, a blade sliding free from one bracer. A moment later there was a single tiger toe laying on the ground in front of her. The feline roared in pain, but the removal of its toe only made it angrier. It began to push into the small, thorn covered passage. Great.

"Scylla"