Noah took in all that Hadama had to say, nodding as he paced near the water. The Family cannot have us. Noah grumbled over the bond as he shifted, griffin form once more taking him over. He flexed his massive paws and his claws dug into the dirt, avian talons holding him fast in place. Are you much of a poet, Hadama? I’ve only got this one…
I hate that voice, hate.
I hate the void, hate.
I wish they'd all disappear.
Hate.
While in this form, he couldn’t write. But he could try. His claws sunk deep as he etched the word “HATE” into the rich, moist flowerbirth soil. His wings flared and his feathers puffed up, intermingled with the fur that bristled along his hackles between his massive wings. He let a low, rumbling growl roll from his throat as he moved slightly to the right and clawed another “HATE”.
You can count on me, too. Along with Sah, Deimos, and the other demigods — Noah was back, now, grief having darkened him and depended his resolve against Caido’s infestation.
I hate that voice, hate.
I hate the void, hate.
I wish they'd all disappear.
Hate.
While in this form, he couldn’t write. But he could try. His claws sunk deep as he etched the word “HATE” into the rich, moist flowerbirth soil. His wings flared and his feathers puffed up, intermingled with the fur that bristled along his hackles between his massive wings. He let a low, rumbling growl roll from his throat as he moved slightly to the right and clawed another “HATE”.
You can count on me, too. Along with Sah, Deimos, and the other demigods — Noah was back, now, grief having darkened him and depended his resolve against Caido’s infestation.
the forsaken
