There's a hole in my heart that's bleeding
The world tilted in a blur of motion and weight.
One moment Noah’s shoulder hit solidly, the next the ground rose up beneath him, jarring through muscle and bone. Hands caught at his fur—brief, human contact amid the scuffle—and his instincts surged in answer. Every nerve screamed to twist free, to fight, to remind whatever held him that he was predator-born. The taut energy between them vibrated like a drawn bowstring, each breath heavy with decision. For a heartbeat, the lynx in him demanded dominance, demanded the finish. The man beneath the fur held it in check. It was only the weight of the fact that this was Zavien, his friend (even if the relationship was still new and growing), so he reined himself in with a warrior's control.
The lynx braced, shifting his weight carefully, claws flexing but not striking. He pushed forward, driving down with the weight of his forequarters in an attempt to pin the dragoon down. For a moment, the world shrank to sound. Their ragged breathing, the drum of Noah’s pulse in his ears, the faint creak of leather under pressure. All sounds familiar to the training grounds.
[4/4 - and i made a lynx table just to finish up the thread XD]
But its given me strength I needed to carry on
