Blackwater Islands the destroyer of nations

the way she puts it: that their pelage is like the void is not a way they have ever thought of. but it makes sense in the dreadfather's mind that their physical appearance should reflect the sworling darks of their true home. many, they murmur in quiet agreement. if one is brave enough to look and try to unravel them. not even the dreadfather knew every secret that the void held; and perhaps that was apart of the fever spell it held upon them. that even their creation covets its secrets and mysteries from them.

a soft noise of contemplation is given though it might've been swallowed greedily by the ebb and flow of the tide as it crashes upon the shore.

still, a long life is a blessing few get. which was their way of saying that it was, in their opinion, worth it.