Black Morass depths of depravity

ione moved through the shrouded forest, her gait deliberate yet fluid, the ground soft beneath her paws. the call of the dominus still echoed in her ears, sharp and undeniable, and her breath formed faint clouds in the damp air as she pressed forward. beside her, @Genevieve glided with an effortless grace, the starling's silvered form a mirror to her own.

the weight of kóvictus’s summons hung heavy, and yet ione bore it with a quiet confidence. her reverend mother’s poise, the unyielding resolve that carried her through storms of ambition and fire, shone in her every step.

when they arrived, she let her gaze sweep over the dominus, his form a hulking shadow against the mist. she offered a bow of her head—not meek, but measured—her voice carrying low and clear.

my dominus. you called, and we have come.

beside her, genevieve held steady, her golden eyes flickering with interest as she took her place at her mother’s side, a young promise of strength and legacy yet to be fully realized. ione's gaze lingered on kóvictus, curious of what lay beneath the thunder of his command.