Noctisardor Bypass zahlung

per this thread, rivenwood will be moving into the territory. @Star @Sequoia @Praimfaya @Kigipigak @Thade @Astraeus @Calcifer

breath billowed as mahler looked finally on the place he had returned to claim as his own.
snow fell softly. he covered the marks of legion with his own, stropping claws against the trees and reacquainting himself with the lay of the land.
arbiter had taken her wolves and would not return, he hoped, though there was no malice in his heart.
nor contentment, but he had long been without such.
the gargoyle climbed a ledge of slate near the stone-arch entrance into noctisardor; there he gave a long, summoning call, satisfied at last with the land that would last them.

And as he’d presumably felled the gilded token, he realized the only left was himself. It was told to him through dreams, where a beldam quickly took to the north, a single glair bee pupa isolated by low-dug fosses, and a charred copse with a naked tree, a single-manned brigade. These glaring ideograms were subject to rumination, and as quickly as they were uncovered they were regarded with denial and fear.
He’d kept to heeling after murders of carrion crows until he caught the song of Mahler..!
The old ewe with the rotund boy and rock girl.. a nostalgic scent and newer ones too, liegemen under the newly-made graf.

Astraeus casts a lowing call back, unsteady but limned with warmth. He wonders at length how long Sagtannet had come to choose to dwell in the bypass. But the vedymin is the same, nothing has changed.

She would miss her little apartment in the boulder, but she had gathered what she could bring in one trip. In this new place, she would find a den and make it her own. Hopefully, it would be the last move for awhile. She was tired of moving, even if there was a part of her that was excited for it. Heck, maybe she would get to know that big fluffy silvery guy. The weather wasn't exactly warming up, but she wagered that it would soon enough. This would be her first fertile year, and she fully intended to make use of it.

Her voice joined the others in claiming this land as their own, and she looked forward to the days ahead.

mahler sang and his tones tangled with that of astraeus —! ah!
wayward prodigal child; you are well and my soul rejoices,
and his heart was renewed with strength and pleasure that they had chosen this ground to lay back their pack for the winter — forever, insofar as mahler was concerned.