I took liberty with a few facts and created a mother/daughter relationship between Scylla and Charybdis. Some legends claim Circe, a hot-tempered, jealous sorceress poisoned the waters where Scylla, a dark-haired beauty, once bathed. After taking a head-first dive into the toxic stream, Scylla turned into the six-headed figure who more closely resembles a squid than a woman. Once beautiful, Scylla wept for the loss of her physical form and became angry at the way men who once admired her, now scorned her appearance.
Following the philosophy that if she could no longer be loved, she would be feared, Scylla began attacking ships off the coast of Italy and Sicily. She would pluck a few sailors from the ships and eat them.
There are many who still believe Scylla shares a love for Glaucus, who was a river creature much like a male mermaid. This is nonsense. Scylla doesn’t have a sentimental bone in her soft-tissue body.
She is one of these unfortunate creatures whose own stubbornness blinds her to the truth. As wrongheaded as she can be, she is also very determined. She tends to buffalo people or ignore their objections when she pursues a course which she believe is right. No matter if she is mistaken, she will not be swayed. In this aspect, she can be devilishly difficult to work with, trust, and even like. Arrogance is her besetting sin.
This sea monster lacks the gift of insight, an awareness of how you interact with others. Scylla is what I would label a ‘concrete’ thinker, someone who hasn’t yet evolved sufficiently to help promote humanity’s needs. She views things as ‘right or wrong,’ ‘black or white.’ There is no in-between, no gray, no color for her. The worse of it is, she doesn’t harbor doubt or second-guess herself.
And she should.
She really should. She’s missing a lot and doesn’t even realize it, which is sadder still.