Wheeling Gull Isle chichplei

absolute best intro lmao <3

as brave mayfly invaded his trachea, the bard wondered what kind of limerick one could make of this. a cautionary tale woven into a poem of a man felled by a lesser thing!

but just as a concerned thought - wait i might die of this - came to the forefront, between his shoulder blades, trough layers of cords, his gangly body felt a powerful blow - sending dear deceased mayfly out.

slavuj heaved. it had got him good. long legs gave out, and he thudden to his side. 

some resemblance of good rhythm returning to his chest, the man rolled onto his back, thus coming to a powerful realisation.

he'd been rescued by a heavensent being.

he stared breathless (still) at the beautiful, golden-eyed visage.

"анћеле..." whispered as before an icon.