Ankyra Sound das klagende lied

mahler was watchng the antics of two tits scurrying and twittering brashly at each other when the woman arrived. the musiker stared openly, not quite knowing what to do with himself. much smaller than him, but with a commanding air to her fiery stare, she wore the same pelage as he, or perhaps it was the other way 'round this being something ebony did completely on accident and omg she feels really stupid and ashamed.
such was the resemblance that the man's usually stony countenance was laid bare with surprise, before it closed quickly to a stringent neutrality. "no," the creature replied in a monotone, still thrumming with surprise. he had traveled long enough to understand that their kind came in all hues and sizes, and degrees of both innate aesthetic and ugliness. this woman, if mahler forced himself to be only objective, he considered to be rather more of the former. but he was not at all biased, the man reminded himself sternly.