On the line

thanks for starting! :D

the sloppy marsh that hugged blackfeather was not unfamiliar to caiaphas - she had been there before on several occasions. each time she had been intercepted by a supplicant of meldresi's -- and not all of them had been unpleasant.

there was a particular fern she was looking for as she combed along the rotted roots, pulling through black peat with her body causing ripples along the seedy algae bloom. she dipped her head below the water once, and when she emerged she appeared a sodden rat, her plume doused in rime and froth.

as she pulled towards an embankment she spied a wolf who had caught her unnoticed -- she quickly assessed his posture and did not perceive any aggression from his stance. neutrally she stood in the water, relishing the cool mud that seeped along her spindly legs. "hello." she called ambivalently, scenting the pack's prominence along his black fur. "how is the daedric mother?"