Black Morass opiate vapour

kóvictus snarls. eyes of scorn burn upon her as she dares to lift her chin, as she dares to speak to him with such defiance. his lip curls, baring sharp teeth, a sneer of disdain cutting across his face.

foolish girl. you are not ripe enough that i would own you. he spits. he crowds her now with an unrelenting frame, towering above her, neck extended and teeth clenched in a vibrating growl. he leans in further.

you’ll learn soon enough. pride means nothing here. the reverend mother does not take kindly to it. prove you have it, and you will find yourself without a throat. and not by my teeth, but hers.

he leaves vague who exactly this reverend mother is. she will find out soon enough. and if she is not fitting to his wife's tastes, she may not survive very long at all.

with that, he turns slightly, his massive frame cutting through the fog as he moves forward. eyes burning upon her with the expectance that she will follow.

exit kovictus. welcome to imperium!