Black Morass armageddon

the sound of another brought ione to stillness, her thin body poised in the dappled light filtering through the trees. the voice was soft, beckoning, and curiosity curved her lips into a sly smile.

she moved toward the sound with deliberate grace, her steps light and purposeful, her fur catching faint glimmers of light as she emerged. her golden eyes landed on the woman, and she let her gaze linger, appreciative and warm.

well, aren’t you a vision, she purred, her voice low, the corners of her mouth curling further as she drew closer. what brings such beauty to a place like this? are you lost, or have the trees been kind enough to guide you to me?

her head tilted slightly, a playful spark in her eyes as she let her words hang, waiting for the woman’s reply.