Damien
and every demon wants his pound of flesh
but i like to keep some things to myself
but i like to keep some things to myself
The snow shivered underfoot as the bear circled, each heavy step sinking deep into the crust. Damien’s breath came in rough, white bursts, his pulse loud in his ears. The thing about predators was they always tested you first. They watched. Waited for the flinch.
He didn’t flinch.
When Noah lunged—half-reared, the air full of fur and frost—Damien moved. Not away this time, but in, fast and low. The paw swept where his head had been a heartbeat before, close enough that the wind of it grazed his cheek. He ducked under the swing and closed in on the flank, hands reaching for leverage.
The smell hit him first—iron and snow and the animal heat of something that had never known fear. His boots slipped once, caught, and then he was half climbing, half swinging himself up and over the huge shoulder of the bear.
He got high enough to try and lock an arm around the base of the bear’s neck, bracing himself for the resistance that surely would come. It wasn't a chokehold he went for, though it did cross his mind. But he quickly thought better of it; instead aiming to leverage his weight, to drag Noah's balance just enough to send him off-center. Felt like trying to move a mountain, though.
“Gods—” he hissed through his teeth, half a curse, half a laugh.
He didn’t flinch.
When Noah lunged—half-reared, the air full of fur and frost—Damien moved. Not away this time, but in, fast and low. The paw swept where his head had been a heartbeat before, close enough that the wind of it grazed his cheek. He ducked under the swing and closed in on the flank, hands reaching for leverage.
The smell hit him first—iron and snow and the animal heat of something that had never known fear. His boots slipped once, caught, and then he was half climbing, half swinging himself up and over the huge shoulder of the bear.
He got high enough to try and lock an arm around the base of the bear’s neck, bracing himself for the resistance that surely would come. It wasn't a chokehold he went for, though it did cross his mind. But he quickly thought better of it; instead aiming to leverage his weight, to drag Noah's balance just enough to send him off-center. Felt like trying to move a mountain, though.
“Gods—” he hissed through his teeth, half a curse, half a laugh.
(Training 3/4)
