NOAH
Noah prepared to take a step, but suddenly halted. A reminder flashed behind his eyes and he quickly took one hand off the hilt of his spear to rifle within his pocket. Drawing the vial of ink-dark liquid from it, Noah quickly crouched and placed it at the base of a close tree. It was far enough away from whatever they were going to be facing that it would be safe, and within enough of an opening for Safrin's stars to glitter down upon it.
Then, Noah sucked back in a breath and set himself to the hunt. The gnarled, craping sound grew louder as he and the fyrhund drew nearer. Noah paused for a moment, a breath, as the ruins of a house and a monster and open cellar doors came into view. You flank right, I'll flank left. Draw its attention so I can go after it from behind. Noah said, over the attuned bond -- the bond that he had no idea that the ancients couldn't draw from.
But, because Noah didn't know that and assumed he could because of his ability to shift, he slunk left just like he said he was going to.
I wait and tell myself "life ain't chess,"
But no one comes in and yes, you're alone
But no one comes in and yes, you're alone
