Noctisardor Bypass zu spät

mahler, too, was invigorated. the boy reverberated back and mahler felt the bruise of their impact already welting beneath his summergrey pelt. it was a good feeling, a reminder that he was not as dead as the dry branch he had become.
again, circling, launching himself around this time to grapple toward ephemeris' hip, seeking to grab and to toss the boy over if he met his mark.