Blackwater Islands daft notions of pitfalls

@The Listener or anybody else leader or otherwise
hope this is okay, let me know if not!

on their shores in the dead of night, a body.

sputtering saltwater before shallow breaths dug into their sides. eyes remained close, willfully blind to the pain that had been wrought upon their body. hindquarters screamed for relief, for the pressure of their own weight to be suspended by anything but their own form. the scratches along were fresh, cleansed by saltwater but still kissed by stinging pain for it.

finally, ice eyes opened.

staring into an abyss of the unknown.

prends moi maintenant, they willed to silent gods.