Black Morass xo tatted all over

her molten eyes, lit with the faintest glimmer of light breaking through the canopy above, snapped toward the source of the disturbance.
she did not speak immediately, did not call out or demand. instead, her head tilted, almost curious, almost mocking.
with deliberate slowness, the reverend mother turned fully, her posture low and predatory, each step calculated to draw her closer to the source of the sound. the silver girl had stumbled into her territory, had dared to tread so carelessly. ione did not yet know her intentions, but she would not tolerate recklessness.
as the figure of the young girl became clearer through the foliage, ione’s lips curled faintly, a whisper of a snarl that did not yet break the air.
bold, she finally murmured, her voice low, almost purring with dangerous curiosity. she stalked closer still, her gaze never wavering from the girl who had unknowingly summoned her attention.