Noctisardor Bypass nähren

whenever yall have time, no rush <3 backdated to like the first or second of feb

the stars were cold as ever.
mahler's breath steamed before him, churning upward into nothing as he looked toward the heavens. surely he had become a softheaded old man, hohlköpfig in his skylarking.
but seldom had they seemed beautiful as well. he thought of his children. ears splayed; he thought of how numerously he had failed them.
tiny green shoots of hope were beginning to sprout shyly around the circlet of his ribcage. it was this place. it was noctisardor, and how he had held long his love for its earth.
mahler had resolved with himself that the children born in the coming year would not be his. a relief, in some way; to not be at the helm whilst dividing himself as father. he supposed, in a way, he had laid slowly the ground-stones for a future transition in leadership that would not belong to him. and he would rather hand the responsibilities of a pack he had helped to build for years to the young who would be faithful to its principles while making of it something that was their own.
and to repay loyalty was his.
beneath the nightfall pinmarked with stars that almost shone too brightly, mahler called for @Sequoia and @Praimfaya.