Dragoncrest Cliffs Bichir

The den had been quiet for a short time. Swordfish focused on Quennell’s breathing in order to tell if he had drifted to sleep or not. He believed that the other boy had finally succumb to the drugs.

There was pain in his side that he couldn’t shed. When he lifted his head to look at the gash marks that had been left by the monster, he felt his stomach churn. The edges of the wound had turned a yellow color. He did not know if this meant it was attempting to heal or if he would suffer from infection. The red at the heart of the wounds was still deep – crimson and gory.

Swordfish squinted his eyes, hoping that he might catch @Meerkat nearby. He had slept through most of her visits. The young seafarer wanted to see her, to speak to her. He wanted to apologize.