Witch's Marsh blight

under light of sun she was discovered, not by a daywalker but by one who belonged to night. one wreathed in violent intent and the scent of his creek pack. the prophet watched with sharp eyes as he descended upon her. silent and still, until that very last moment, when the creek wolf might have crossed the last of the space between them.

in a flurry of dark fur she turned away, to lead him further into the marsh. languid, as if in play, to begin; then with a dart she widened the distance again and turned to address him.

choose:

answers, or blood.

he would only have one from her.

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