Black Morass despechá

for the lovely @Ione < 3

in the early morn lay the priestess, perched atop a cold boulders surface. between her paws was cradled the skull of a wolf she'd found in her travels, and had kept as a trinket of sorts. poised and pristine, she exhaled a soft sigh. one of her paws brushed atop the smooth surface of the bone, and her lips curl into a satisfied smile. 

"hermosa, incluso en la muerte." she purred.

ione emerged from the shadows with the deliberate grace of a queen, each step measured, her pale fur catching the weak light that filtered through the morass. her gaze, cold but captivating, swept over the stranger perched atop her altar. the sight of the woman—beautiful, unafraid—stirred something deep and fleeting within her, but ione was no fool to let it linger. beauty could be as dangerous as any blade.

hermosa, sí, ione said, her voice smooth and low, the spanish rolling off her tongue like silk. she tilted her head slightly, a small, enigmatic smile playing on her lips. pero no es el lugar para admirar la muerte... no sin permiso.

her icy blue eyes locked onto the woman, piercing yet calm, a predator assessing whether to pounce or wait. she drew closer, her movements as fluid as the mist around them, her tail trailing behind her like a banner.

has entrado en mis tierras, she continued, her tone cool and regal, as if the very earth beneath them answered to her alone. dime, hermosa, ¿a qué debo el honor? her words were laced with subtle challenge, yet her gaze lingered, intrigued by the audacity of the trespasser.