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depths of depravity - Kovictus - January 08, 2025
kóvictus sprawls across the vine-covered boulder, his massive frame draped, tapping and raking a meaty paw upon stone. the scraping sound grates. his golden eyes burn, scanning the fog-drenched clearing.
finally, the dominus rises, his hulking frame shifting as he lifts himself from the stone. the massive boulder practically groans beneath his weight as he hops down with a heavy umph, caking legs in mud. his claws dig into the sodden ground as he straightens.
then, he barks.
the sound tears through the morass like a crack of thunder, carrying to every ear under his dominion. it is not a request. it is a summons.
RE: depths of depravity - Ione - January 08, 2025
ione moved through the shrouded forest, her gait deliberate yet fluid, the ground soft beneath her paws. the call of the dominus still echoed in her ears, sharp and undeniable, and her breath formed faint clouds in the damp air as she pressed forward. beside her, @Genevieve glided with an effortless grace, the starling's silvered form a mirror to her own.
the weight of kóvictus’s summons hung heavy, and yet ione bore it with a quiet confidence. her reverend mother’s poise, the unyielding resolve that carried her through storms of ambition and fire, shone in her every step.
when they arrived, she let her gaze sweep over the dominus, his form a hulking shadow against the mist. she offered a bow of her head—not meek, but measured—her voice carrying low and clear.
my dominus. you called, and we have come.
beside her, genevieve held steady, her golden eyes flickering with interest as she took her place at her mother’s side, a young promise of strength and legacy yet to be fully realized. ione's gaze lingered on kóvictus, curious of what lay beneath the thunder of his command.
RE: depths of depravity - Irene - January 12, 2025
the bark cuts through the air like a whip, sharp and commanding, sending a ripple of tension through irene’s frame. her ears flick back instinctively, a flicker of irritation sparking in her chest at the sheer audacity of it. she had not been under anyone’s rule for a long time, and yet, that sound demanded more than acknowledgment—it demanded obedience.
she had already cleaned herself off, her sleek coat now free of mud, gleaming faintly in the muted light filtering through the swamp’s dense canopy. she took a measured breath, willing herself to maintain composure. though her temper simmered beneath the surface, she wasn’t about to let kóvictus see it.
as she made her way toward the sound, her steps were deliberate, her emerald eyes cutting through the fog until they found him. he stood there, towering and resolute, eyes burning like embers in the haze. and so she held her tongue, offering a dip of her head before him. if she were bound now to this place, she was going to do the one thing she thought she would never do, try.
RE: depths of depravity - Kovictus - January 19, 2025
kóvictus’s golden gaze sweeps over the figures that emerge from the mist. they all heed his call. his massive frame remains still, a hulking monument of dominance and authority, his claws flexing faintly against the sodden earth as the women come into view.
reverend mother,he rumbles her name affectionately; reserved only for her. his gaze is briefly upon genevieve before his focus shifts to the last arrival.
irene.
his lip curls faintly, just enough to reveal the edge of a tooth. her dip of the head is noted, but not praised. he expects nothing less than compliance, but she will earn no favor without effort.
imperium grows,he bellows.
the morass is ours, but it will not remain so without strength. without vigilance. there are still those who would test us, who would see us falter. we cannot allow that.
RE: depths of depravity - Ione - January 19, 2025
ione's posture is regal, her slender frame emanating a quiet, commanding energy as she steps closer to kóvictus. her eyes linger briefly on his hulking form, acknowledging his words with a subtle dip of her head.
my beloved,she murmurs, her voice like silk, laced with an edge of reverence that only he could command.
her gaze then shifts to irene, assessing the girl with an air of quiet intensity. her expression is neither warm nor cold, but measured, the kind of look that sees beyond flesh and fur, searching for purpose and potential.
irene,she says, her tone even,
you have been brought here because the dominus believes you may have a place among us. do not mistake this for favor. you will earn your keep here, as all must.
RE: depths of depravity - Irene - January 20, 2025
irene stood amidst the misty clearing, her muscles taut beneath her sleek coat as kóvictus’s golden eyes fell upon her. The faint curl of his lip and the edge of his tooth revealed just enough disdain to remind her where she stood in his eyes—beneath him, beneath them all. a low fire sparked in her chest at his dismissiveness, but she swallowed it down, her emerald green gaze dropping only briefly to the sodden ground before returning, defiant yet subdued.
the dominus's words echoed through the murky air, heavy and commanding. imperium grows… the weight of his authority pressed down like a storm, unyielding and absolute, but irene did not flinch. she spoke, her voice low but firm, threaded with quiet conviction.
strength and vigilance, dominus,she said, her gaze flicking briefly to kóvictus before resting on ione.
i understand what is expected of me. i do not ask for favor, nor do i expect it.
irene's gaze met the reverend mother's quiet intensity. her words were measured, her tone silk wrapped around steel, and irene knew better than to underestimate her. she could feel ione’s sharp gaze cutting through her, peeling back layers to see what lay beneath. there was no warmth, no comfort—only the cold reminder that she was untested, unproven.
RE: depths of depravity - Kovictus - February 03, 2025
sorry for delay!!
kóvictus watches irene in silence. there is no fear in her voice, no trembling.
good.
he does not have time for cowards.
he huffs, the sound low and dismissive, but there’s a faint flicker of approval hidden in the sharp curl of his lip. he looks to his wife. kóvictus knows she is testing the woman as much as he is. they are alike in this: both see weakness as a liability.
he speaks, finally:
you understand what is expected?he laughs lowly.
then you know this—the morass has no mercy. neither do i. do not fail.
RE: depths of depravity - Ione - February 03, 2025
she listens, unmoving, as the girl speaks—firm, steady, unshaken beneath the weight of kovictus’s presence.
good.
her head tilts slightly, an almost imperceptible motion, though there is something like consideration in the way her cold eyes settle upon her.
then prove it,she murmurs, voice smooth, unyielding. nothing more, nothing less. the morass would decide.
RE: depths of depravity - Irene - February 07, 2025
irene meets their gazes, unwavering. she does not flinch beneath kóvictus’s presence nor shrink from the weight of ione’s scrutiny. there is no room for hesitation here, no space for uncertainty. she has always known that survival demands more than just endurance—it requires the will to carve one’s place in the world.
she inclines her head, slow and deliberate, accepting the unspoken challenge.
i will,she says simply. there is no bravado in her tone, no need to posture or embellish. let them think what they will— she was not going to let words be wasted.
with that, she moves, stepping forward toward whatever trial the morass intends to place before her. if the land wished to break her, it would have to try harder than this.