Wheeling Gull Isle tilakurak

its distant gaze only passed over the boy a second, as the eyes rolled within their sockets. wildling. to think a past life was wasted, mining for thin veins of knowledge within their skulls.

"hunt." stated blandly. "the priest doesn't. who taught you?"

and still the corpse rose. 

( it was unfair how life clung even now, made the bones pop and ache )

it looked over what could be seen of the isle from the field. it smirked.

"and what, do you mean to catch me, o cloud snake?"