Black Morass All things devour

ione's lips curled, slow and knowing. good.

her voice was a purr, rich with satisfaction, with approval. envy had shed the last remnants of weakness, had peeled herself from the past like dead skin.

i do not worry, she murmured, stepping closer, letting the heat of her presence linger. you are exactly as you should be.

a final brush of her tail as she turned, stepping away, letting the moment dissolve into the murky embrace of the morass.

the path was set. the lesson had begun.