Teff Talu

Opus peered down into the black waters of the sea, which lapped against the side of the small skiff. It was a cloudless night, yet not one of the four stars of Atrathra could be seen in the clear black skies. It was Teff Talu or The Night of No Stars. Shapes even darker than the water itself could be seen beneath its surface. It was silent, eerily so. Opus leaned over the edge of the skiff. A moment later, a clawed scaly hand shot out from the water with lightning speed and grabbed her by the arm pulling her down. She screamed and struggled against it but it was to no avail. She fell in a tangle of limbs into a frenzied melé of snapping teeth and grasping claws and hungry eyes.