Ankyra Sound lieder und gesänge

The wraith made a comfortable place and dropped down to rest his weight against his elbows while he worked against the frame of the hare. His yellowed fangs plucked and pulled away at flesh until he had reached sinew, and only then did he begin to truly eat the thing. All the while, Kierkegaard left his gaze to linger on his companion. Mahler was a strange one, to bring up word of their home land. The mercenary had never been fond of calling any one place home, and certainly not where he had been born. There were few things that he had no choice in, and that was one of them. Still, the way that Mahler spoke hinted to a fiery passion regarding their commonality.

After mulling over the offer, the old hound shrugged and frowned. The hare was clasped between his front paws as he pointed his muzzle toward the sable man. “Don’t much see the point. Can’t say I’ve got many years left on me,” Kierkegaard admitted with a careless cant of his skull. While he had never been one to take to the idea of an intellectual journey, his body had fallen into less than favorable condition in regard to physical power. “But, if you’d like, I suppose it wouldn’t hurt none.”