Noah
That's the price you pay
Leave behind your heart and cast away
Leave behind your heart and cast away
He hadn’t expected to see her. But the white, molten tiger was familiar—etched into memory from old quests and older debts, which kept Halo from having to resort to violence against a wild one. “Hello, Maea,” Noah started, his voice low, steady with recognition and warmth as she drew near. But something was wrong. Her posture was taut. Purposeful. The lash of her tail turned his head, and he followed her stare.
Noah did not see it at first. His eyes jumped to where Maea's fierce stare held, and he tracked back and forth until finally he saw it after shifting his eyes to that of a griffin. There. The shape unraveled from the landscape. It was slick-scaled, wrong-colored, and coiled like a bad omen. His nose wrinkled.
His hands moved on instinct. Fingers curled into air as if the bow was already there, and in a breath it was—light and thread and faith, pulled from nothing. The arrow shimmered like morning sun on ice. He loosed it. No hesitation. He watched as Vi's divine power sunk into scales and flesh and the void-touch snake writhed in pain, nocking another celestial arrow.
Noah did not see it at first. His eyes jumped to where Maea's fierce stare held, and he tracked back and forth until finally he saw it after shifting his eyes to that of a griffin. There. The shape unraveled from the landscape. It was slick-scaled, wrong-colored, and coiled like a bad omen. His nose wrinkled.
His hands moved on instinct. Fingers curled into air as if the bow was already there, and in a breath it was—light and thread and faith, pulled from nothing. The arrow shimmered like morning sun on ice. He loosed it. No hesitation. He watched as Vi's divine power sunk into scales and flesh and the void-touch snake writhed in pain, nocking another celestial arrow.
Just another product of today
Rather be the hunter than the prey
Rather be the hunter than the prey
Table base by Skylark
