Black Morass opiate vapour

@Kovictus @Ione

Irene moved through the dense, shadowed expanse of the Black Morass with practiced ease, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves. The towering trees loomed above her like silent sentinels, their branches so thick that little light filtered through, casting everything beneath in shades of deep gray and green. The ground squelched beneath her paws, a constant reminder of the treacherous landscape she had ventured into.

Her emerald eyes flickered across the swampy expanse, always alert for signs of life—or danger. The trees whispered in the wind, their branches creaking under the weight of age, and the air was thick with the smell of wet moss and hidden secrets. 

Irene stepped carefully, her paws testing the ground before each step to avoid the worst of the sucking mud that would quickly trap the unwary. Mud on her coat was unbecoming. 

A faint rustle of leaves to her left, then a low, almost imperceptible growl. Irene’s tail stiffened, her body going still.