Blackwater Islands the destroyer of nations

the word 'valhalla' means nothing to them, though they assume by the context that it is her form of the void; and the names she gives. atka and sos — strange names. neither of them draw any form of recognition from the dreadfather. still, they offer a soft nod of their head; content to listen.

to draw in the tangy seabreeze on each breath, the soft whip of it thru his fur like salt dusted fingers.

the voidmagick will call them home, they murmur in return, agreeing with her assessment. it is normal, i think, to wish to draw your last breath where you hold your happiest memories. they have lived many different lives in many different bodies: and this appears to hold true as far as they are concerned.

thistle, they drawl in a low rumble. i am the dreadfather. keeper of this isle.