The pale creature doesn't need Bishop's acknowledgement, but it was a comfort all the same. He could hear his brother shuffling below as he stepped lightly across the groaning planks.
It was pitch dark in there, and as he pressed on several feet into the angled wreck, the light from their...
The wood crumbles beneath his grip, cracking and groaning as they shred the weakened hull. The scent of stale saltwater and wet seaweed washed out to meet him, dust floating in the weak beams of early sunlight.
Noting his brother's motion, Zodiac is hardly tentative. He sticks his head inside...
There wasn't anything on Zodiac's pallid features that suggested he'd even noticed his brother's arrival. Bishop wasn't a surprise to see, the Kivren just expected he would be somewhere close by. Now he was just visible.
Tracing palm slides to a stop on the gnarled, damp surface a Bishop...
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