Noah
The lunge came fast—too fast for hesitation, too fast for restraint to fully settle. Instinct took over. Noah shifted his weight just enough, boots tearing free of the sticky ground. Her fist grazed his jaw instead of breaking it, knuckles scraping skin. It wasn’t the impact that made his heat skip a beat.
Magic brushed him, slick and invasive, a siphoning pull that tugged at something deeper than flesh. It was not enough to weaken him, but enough for his attuned instincts to surge like hurricane waves against the shore of his soul. The sensation crawled along his nerves, and the partial shift along his nape surged in answer with feathers and fur bristling, a low, animal warning rumbling just beneath his ribs.
Noah growled, flashing a warning snarl with his own fanged teeth, and brought his hands up without drawing steel. Using the press of his larger frame, the Sentinel shoved at Thalassa. The push was deliberate and controlled, intentioned with enough force to break her momentum, to put space between teeth and throat and draining touch. But he held his ground, breathing hard, every shift within him straining for release.
1/4 - Thal scrapes his jawline and Noah tries to shove her away
Magic brushed him, slick and invasive, a siphoning pull that tugged at something deeper than flesh. It was not enough to weaken him, but enough for his attuned instincts to surge like hurricane waves against the shore of his soul. The sensation crawled along his nerves, and the partial shift along his nape surged in answer with feathers and fur bristling, a low, animal warning rumbling just beneath his ribs.
Noah growled, flashing a warning snarl with his own fanged teeth, and brought his hands up without drawing steel. Using the press of his larger frame, the Sentinel shoved at Thalassa. The push was deliberate and controlled, intentioned with enough force to break her momentum, to put space between teeth and throat and draining touch. But he held his ground, breathing hard, every shift within him straining for release.
1/4 - Thal scrapes his jawline and Noah tries to shove her away
Am I a prisoner to instincts or do my thoughts just live as free
And detached as boats to the dock?
And detached as boats to the dock?
