Black Morass toward salvation

@Ione and maybe @Isobel too

he had tracked her up and down these lands. from dustbowl to open valley, now to swamp. his sister was a woman of her travels, it seemed!

or was she evading him? did she know he was looking for her?

eyes narrow as he creeps forwards, pushing his way through moss and vine, his footsteps as cautious as a foraging hare. unwilling to be caught, ready to spring at a moment's notice.

there was a pungent stench loitering all across this swamp, imbued into the very essence of gnarled roots and soft ground. the scent of a man, of a tyrant. thantos had no intention of being caught in his jaws—he simply wished to see his sister.

there was no fucking telling what she was up to now.