Talk:Mershark/@comment-30014014-20190707162933

''He fell to the abyss, wantom and alone in a sea of storm. Night strewn about, committing his body to a vast ambiance of darkness, hidden by what sought to entomb him in its depths.''

''Prayership fell to withered strength, robbing his limbs and lips. Burning lungs overflown with the salt of liquid. His words fall to the tides, their waves devouring any manifestation of his presence among them.''

''His plea, however, is not left to drift in the uncaring winds, for a different voice joins in the preservation of his own. Speaking through water, through the subtle thought of the water's queen.''

''His body slumps in the depth, clutched by a fellow burning away the acidic liquid swelling his body. Water in his lungs, swarmed and expelled, refilled anew with air by the shivering gentle kiss of a creature who once would have devoured him.''

''A hand clung to his, and the other coiled on his wrist, his cognition returns, me with the glimmering stare of an unseen maiden, once thought incapable of a soft handling. A smirk adorned on the face of a mershark, the one holding him close to her. His savior. His guide.''

''His wife. The everlasting image that spurned his love for her.''

I love thiis new pic, in case that wasn't obvious enough.