Barrow Fields this house is covered by your bloodsport

do you mind if we bring this to the present? :D

despite how he had mocked the butter-toned girl, mahler oft looked toward the sea, wondering if he himself could drag one of the great toothed beasts onto the sand. the thought both repulsed and interested the musiker; he decided at some day in the near future, he would locate some undisturbed stretch of beach and attempt it, if only to state that he had done it.
springtime's hand was painting the landscape these days of late; mahler paused to observe the warming air and the twittering birds as he loped along whatever trail his subconscious had chosen. that the pathway emptied into a meadow brimming with snowmelt and featuring the willowy boy of ash who served as wylla's co-leader perturbed and amused mahler.
slowly he approached, clearing his throat and pacing into eyeshot of the beta male. not given to unseemly shows of submission, mahler nevertheless kept his posture in check as he swept the surrounding white swathe for movement.