curiosity killed the cat || scyla

[Scyla]

I'm an invisible monster, and I'm incapable of loving anybody. You don't know which is worse. The past nearly month, Scyla had been hiding from nearly everyone. She was embarassed that the whole event had taken place, that strangers found her in a half delusional state. That she was now pregnant. Although she did not show it yet, the surge of hormones through her body made her suspicious that life was being created from a heinous act she could barely deal with. She had lost weight, eating enough to get by, and her daily wading into the salt water was slowly helping to heal the wounds she had sustained. At least the physical ones. The rocky out cropping was a place so few ventured she felt like she'd be safe there. Invisible to the world. Whispers when she did venture into the more lush parts of Tephra revealed that Offspring had stepped down, had perhaps found love and forsaked the love of country for hormones and lust. Weak. (Although perhaps that was more Desole's voice echoing out than Scyla's). Ellyse had taken his place, the lover of the brother that had desecrated sister. She wondered if the new Queen knew of her lovers indiscretion. It didn't matter. Who would believe an invisible monster? No one. She stood shivering in the cold, wings held tightly to her sides despite the sting of sea salt when pressed. The voice on the wind made her wonder if she was hallucinating, destined to relive the horrible night over and over again until it made her nauseous and terrified. Those dark chestnut eyes scan and find that if her mind was hallucinating then it was doing a very good job of convincing her. She started backing up, her ears held back, the whites of her eyes matching the white of most of her coat. "Stay away from me!" Terrified, her voice was high pitched, and no where close to the strong warrior that she had been before. When a hoof slipped off the side of a cliff, she caught herself and her wings raise up to make herself bigger and revealing the full extent of her wounds. Flight feathers were missing, scrapes and bite marks along her whithers, her ribs, her barrel. Barely scabbed over. "Please...please stay away. How could you? I thought you loved me...please." Terrified, and too exhausted to put up much of a fight she teetered on the edge of the cliff. It was very easy to see who she was terrified of, and it was the blue-eyed creature she loved the most.

(I'm not sure if I have the timeline right...buuuuut here we are!)
@[Dahmer] @[Ellyse]