Black Morass abyssus abyssum invocat

kóvictus’s ears flick at the challenge, his golden eyes narrowing as he steps forward.

let it be known the dominus denies no challenge. this one's name means little to him—titles and bloodlines do not matter here. not in imperium. not unless they are his bloodline.

afraid? he snorts, a rough laugh escaping his throat. his teeth flash briefly in a sneer. i fear no man.

he circles atilius. theissor shifts at his side, ready to act, but kóvictus raises a paw slightly, signaling restraint. he wants to handle this one himself.

you wish to fight me? the dominus supposed it was one way to prove oneself.