Great Bear Wilderness in our town the hangman came, smelling of gold and blood and flame

Time had not been kind to the Teekon Wilds. The very soil upon which she stood had been ravaged, time and time again by its savage inhabitants over generations. Cycles of birth, life and death had produced great leaders and terrible villains. War, love and death… it had all come and gone.

Scylla, of course, knew of none of this. 

For time had left behind the secrets of the past. Forgotten were the days of the Melonii clan, the dark brotherhood and her father. Blackfeather Woods existed now as a mere memory to those who were still alive to recall their terribly, bloody anarchy. Even the bloodstained borders of a once shadowed land had long since been washed away by seasons gone by. To any passerby it was simply a forest that gave one slight chills if they stared too long. The sense that important things had once occurred there would likely never leave, but it was a history that would eventually fade with the last breath of the last witness of its existence. 

“it all seems so foreign, father” she speaks aloud, having no mind to who may overhear her words.

Scylla continued her trek onwards. In the far distance did her birthplace now lie, settling a sort of melancholy feeling in her breast. Perhaps at some point she would begin to search for her sister, but she is in no rush. It had been a long time since the earth had shaken and divided their already fractured family. Releasing a howling call into the wind, Scylla decided that if @Hela did not hear it, their paths were not to cross just yet. For now, she hunted as hunger called to her.