Black Morass carnage

@Ione

he stalks. bloodied feet and muddied feet churning up cold morass beneath. he goes. nostrils flaring, hot on the trail of his heavily pregnant sister.

eyes of flame threading through vine and tree and dead foliage for her. when he finds her, she is alone. good. that was how he liked her. preferred her.

and yet she was poisoned with the fervid stench of that brute. thantos' lip curls as he comes closer to her, chuffing. ione.. her name liquid divine upon his tongue.