Blackwater Islands Soul clap through your last rites.

The shadow came creeping in to his vision.

It was one of many; half of everything the wretched man saw was cast in perpetual darkness, and in his addled state he saw the slinking creature as more of the same, sweeping around his head; watching with those two-toned eyes.

He knew those eyes — Melonii eyes —

but could say nothing; only sob and gasp and let the salt in his lungs erupt as he cried, pitiful and lost.

You're poifect! Sorry mine is such a bleh!