Blackwater Islands Of whit and measure

they were in no mood to quarrel; knowing and holding fast to their own worth whether anyone else saw it or not. these islands were their's and they were not about to let some interloper disrespect them upon their own sands.

a low warning growl slips from betwixt their lips; hackles bristling.

atka and sos will find no home on these islands, and neither will you lingers in between their words. spoken despite that you have been barely paying me any attention from the moment i came across you. you've been churlish from the beginning. but they suspect that their words will only meet the resistance of speaking to a tree.

there is more than one island here, they speak with a curl of their lip. there are others in isolation. it wasn't technically a lie ...even if it was their shadowchildren they speak of.

leave these islands. the dreadfather stalks nearer, threat in every deliberate moment they make. before i make you a blood sacrifice to the void. the only chance she'd be given to leave without blood spilling; a moment of control over the screaming demand for blood.