Black Morass abyssus abyssum invocat

kóvictus scents him and moves.

when the stranger comes into view, silhouetted by the blood-orange sky, kóvictus stops.

tail high. a flash of fang.

he strides closer with golden eyes affixed.

you’ve crossed into imperium, a spit warning, but aggression does not yet seek to claim the dominus' pelt. his blade stayed in a shocking turn. you stand before it's dominus. gladiator king and war-bringer.