[hr][center][sub][color=gray]DAY 1[/color] 《》 [color=gray]STEELWATER [Creek][/color] 《》 [color=gray]Late Morning[/color] 《》 [@Rockette][@Archangel89][/sub][/center][hr][table][row][/row][row][cell][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5366801][img]https://i.imgur.com/5hb1FTO.jpg[/img][/url][color=2e2c2c]▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇[/color][/cell][cell][quote]

[color=gray]	Entice or incite. To seduce or encourage. Both correlated within the realm of war and Scylla was the harbinger of their manifest; the general that sanctioned purring slurs and rabid bites of feral smiles. It took a little, it took a lot, but simple monikers and baited words allowed Scylla to dispatch the creatures that crowded her figure with flayed mandibles and writhing roots. She impaled, twisted, lanced and butchered; braced to her knees as Aaron performed a feat unlike anything she has ever seen. Yes, she's heard of the Zephyr, carefree and affable despite the garnish of IntDiv that cloaks him in shadows. Is he really the man he portrays, boisterous and obtuse and [i]animated[/i]. No, Scylla could never trust him, the Leviathan refuses at that, but he served purpose here on the battlefield with that eased grin and growling timbre. 

	[color=cf9792]"Yeah, bet..."[/color]

	Laughter flew across the wind, flinging themselves upon the chasms of her cavernous well of spirits that bayed in response: deep hollows in the depths of the ocean that sired power from the unknown. The creature wailed and screeched, tentacles bunched and then unfurling, grasping feebly at the swaths of light that struck from on high. A path was lain clear enough through his assault that Scylla rushed forward, arm woven around her spear once more, she charged forward and leaned into the right to direct most of her strength into her weapon's upper cut. She thrust her spear up toward that jagged mouth yawned wide in a vicious roar, aiming for the eyes that seemed to brighten in their glow the closer she came. Through masses of slick flesh, as was taught to her for years, Scylla managed to sever through planes of the creature's face and sliced across one hateful, glaring eye. Tentacles slid through her peripheral and snagged around her middle and slid across her torso, she spun her spear once to bring one bladed end down, slicing through the appendage with a grimace worn across her blood splotched cheeks.

	Lightning struck and the creature swarmed her, crowding her down close to the creek as she backed away step by step, her lance held across her body to block lashing tentacles. Water lapped eagerly upon her booted heels and Scylla's spirits raged in defiance to the fangs perched to tear across her face as the enemy loomed high above her crown. One knee fell, bracing for impact as she thrust her spear up once again to meet the cavernous void that rained blood and spittle down upon her.

	[color=cf9792]"Fuck."[/color]

	It was a warranted curse, the impact alone shook her down to her bones that wailed in response from the weight of the creature impaled upon her spear. The lesser creatures swarmed around the creek, close enough to become fodder to the boiling ripples that rose around Scylla: small waves that swelled upon the bank and ushered the skittering creatures back away from the research dome that now seemed for more fragile than mere minutes before. 
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