Being locked away was starting to get more difficult for him, or was it just the sickness? He was still taken care of, Siren had re-wrapped his paw as needed, he still received everything he would have if he was outside on the island. But he almost felt stir crazy which was so unlike him. He spent a lot of his days just quietly relaxing with Siren or his siblings, so why was he so on edge here?

He jolted to the sound of Viper banging around in her own cell, out of view from the children. He could often hear her paws pacing along the cell floors or her thick breath from the ooze and he wondered if she had ever slept. Looking down at the wrap that Siren had snugly around his leg, his other paw kept messing with it like a nervous tick until the wrap had come undone to reveal the glowing insides of his body. He wondered if it was the herbs that made him sick now, and somehow he infected everyone else in the pack that was sick. After all, Viper didn't go around the others much so that would make sense to him. But he somehow felt like that wasn't entirely ideal. Many more things were infected by the mysterious changes that the previous winter had brought them. It had to be something in the air, he couldn't say for sure.

"Cerberus Klein"

This locked up stuff was for the birds. From the moment that her father threw her in this cage, Scylla screamed and wailed and railed against the door. Sickly green ooze poured from her eyes, nose, mouth and ears. It poured from the cut on her shoulder that she'd received while slamming herself against the bars. "Let me ooooooouuuuuuutttt!" The young child screamed, her mismatched eyes wide and her teeth bared. She snapped at the bars with her teeth and one of them went flying. It was a good thing that these were just her puppy teeth and they would grow back.

The girl shuddered and spun. The cell that she was in was dark and she was all alone and the longer she looked at the black corners of the space, the more it seemed like that blackness was moving. From outside, she could hear the movement of others so she knew that she wasn't alone, but she was definitely alone in here. The blue and cream child sidled up to the wall separating herself from the others. She pressed her eye up to a crack and noted a glow coming from the other side, but she could see little else. She decided that she needed to get over there. Glow meant light and light kept darkness away.

Scylla looked up and the gods seemed to smile down upon her. High up, one of the large blocks was missing from the wall. She'd have to climb, but she could definitely fit through the hole. With her dexterous little digits, the girl picked her way up the wall. Being so young, she was rather light and her toes and claws made the climb easier than if she'd been born normal. In time, Scylla had her small body up the wall like a spider and was squeezing through the hole. One on the other side, she couldn't exactly go down the same way, so Scylla ended up falling, her little frame crashing to the ground on her back. She gasped and cried out, the luminescent fluid coming from her body splashing on the wall and floor like vibrant paint.

"Scylla Klein"

Cerberus didn't notice Scylla until she was tumbling into his cell from a hole high near the ceiling. He had caught the little flash of her blue body falling, but it was the thud that got his attention the most. Her cry sent him over to her quickly, grabbing her under her rib cage to pull her into him to comfort her. He tried to wipe away the goo that had made a mess all over her face and neck with his own injured paw, the wound he had nearly blistered by rubbing his paw pads across it over and over again while in the cell.

"Are you alright?" He questioned her, not expecting her to resist him. The glow inside his paw slowly retracing the beat of his heart which was still as calm as ever despite the condition of his sister.

"Cerberus Klein"

As the girl lay there gasping, Cerberus ran up. He lifted her, cradling her small frame in his arms. Scylla had been angry before, but now tears found their way to her wide eyes. The green goo slid down her cheeks as she pressed into her brother's chest. "Is he going to leave us here? Are we going to die in here, Cerb?" A small sob pulled from the girl's throat and her odd paws gripped at her siblings obsidian and russet coat. "I thought he loved us. Why is he leaving us here to die?"

Raising her damp eyes to her brother's face, for a moment his features disappeared in the darkness. Scylla gasped and pulled her face away from his, blinking hard before looking back to see Cerberus' true features. A frown pulled at her lips, the bottom one quivering slightly. "I don't want this anymore. Why won't it stop?"He was her brother. Her older brother. Surely he had all of the answers, right?

"Scylla Klein"

"He..." Cerberus wanted to justify Chimera locking them away in quarantine, though it felt more like they were in trouble than sick. It was simple that he was containing the illness, but somehow Cerberus felt the same way as Scylla. Chimera should have held them closer, not put them away. What if they died? What if what they had killed them? He didn't have much to say, "We're not going to die, Scylla." He tried to reassure her, gently wiping the goo and tears away from her face.

His eyes looked into hers as she caught his gaze, the quiver in her lip making him feel almost helpless too. "I'm sorry." He pulled her tighter into a hug. He couldn't do much for her down here. And while the days felt like weeks, he knew they just had to keep riding it out. Maybe if they had each other at least, it would feel better. He wondered if Albion was in a cell nearby too.

"Cerberus Klein"

Cerberus held Scylla close as she cried and the small girl was glad for the comfort. She was so confused and her thoughts were so muddled and cloudy. Her big brother had the answers though. Or, if he didn't, he was still convincing enough that the blue pup calmed somewhat. A large paw wiped the green liquid from her face and Scylla was content to stay there and let him care for her.

"I wish those lightning bugs would go away," she murmured. "This is all their fault." All of this nastiness hadn't started until after she'd seen the blue glowing lights in the atrium. Maybe, if she hadn't gone out that night; hadn't broken the rules and escaped; maybe if she hadn't seen them and given them attention... maybe this never would have happened. "I want to go home," she whispered, pressing her face into her brother's chest, her mismatched eyes closing, but seeping green into his fur.

"Scylla Klein"

Scylla

The sickness deepens... You begin to cough. Is it a hairball? No, it's a hardened clump of.. something... covered in thick, glowing mucus.



You gain:

• Lucky Rabbit's Foot- This rabbit’s foot glows in the dark, but it’s soft, shimmering fur is coated with a sticky, oily blue substance that reminds you of day-old blood...
  

As Scylla was content to stay safe in her big brother's protective embrace, a sudden pain in her stomach caused the girl to cry out. Wiggling out of his grasp, the small girl took a few steps away and began coughing profusely. It felt like she was going to be sick, though she didn't quite know what that was since she'd never thrown up before. Again and again she coughed, saliva and glowing green ooze pouring from her heaving maw. It felt like something was stuck in her throat, so she gave one hard cough and something went bouncing along the floor of the cell.

After catching her breath, Scylla moved towards the glowing item and picked it up with her dexterous digits. Inspecting it, she made a small sound of wonder as the realization that it was a rabbits food struck her. She'd never even eaten a rabbit before, though she chased them every once in a while. Raising the item up, she gave it a little sniff. Scylla didn't have to give it a taste since she'd tasted it enough on the way up. Holding the wrist, the speckled girl used the claws to rake gently through the fur of her scalp. Handy little scratcher, for sure. Sitting down, Scylla rubbed the foot with her other paw as though it was some sort of magic lamp. What did it do? Well, if anything, it would make a neat little necklace. Especially if it continued to glow like this.

"Scylla Klein"

Lucky Rabbit's Foot

???

The rabbit's foot seems to stir in response to your claws, vibrating gently. "Perhaps this would be better used when you require luck," a voice calls out from somewhere- surely a rabbit's foot can't talk? Better hang on to it until you need it!