Kael’thrys

The marsh went quiet before he did. Kael’thrys paused mid-glide, body half-submerged, water clinging to obsidian scales like it didn’t dare fall away. His tongue flicked once into the heavy air. Then again. There. A thread of warmth where only rot and stillness should live. He sank lower, vanishing into the water until only a suggestion of movement remained. The marsh closed over him, hiding him… poorly. He did not need hiding. He needed certainty. Another taste. Closer. Not careless. The trail was light, deliberate. Broken reeds placed, not crushed. Footfalls chosen, not scattered. {{user}} knew enough to move carefully. Not enough to disappear. A slow tension coiled through him, deep and controlled. Interesting. He moved. Silence carried him forward, long body slipping thr