[ this poor knife and its whereabouts . . . that are soon to be known! in the meantime, falco makes the preparations: distance, injury and goal. the crack of a lightning strike comes small but still ugly in sound, quickly surrounding the boy once his count up got to three, especially because the titan replacing it, full of feathers and quadruped limbs (bones and muscle first, of course), was exactly the same: not as large as a titan, but hell if he wouldn’t be terrifying if he were the size of one.
falco’s forelimbs are long, but not complete wings and far more prepared for ground maneuvering than air. black talons curl up to his chest, and he makes way, with a restless shake, when a neighbor opens their window to yell about a coming storm. how strange!
stranger than the giant earth bird going straight for the door by a crouch near the fence. training is happening. ]
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falco’s forelimbs are long, but not complete wings and far more prepared for ground maneuvering than air. black talons curl up to his chest, and he makes way, with a restless shake, when a neighbor opens their window to yell about a coming storm. how strange!
stranger than the giant earth bird going straight for the door by a crouch near the fence. training is happening. ]