Noah
Thalassa went flying across the small cavern and he heard her slam against the jewel-touched wall. Noah felt the fight falter inside him. It was not from her magic this time, but from the simple, undeniable truth of the sight he turned his glacier eyes upon. She was broken open, still reaching, still trying to steal strength from the very thing that could end her.
The bear reared back instead of finishing it. The next strike he’d gathered in his shoulders dissolved before it fell. Mercy -- the sight of his patron in his mind's eye -- drove a wedge through the red haze. This was no longer a fight.
The shift rolled back through him like receding thunder. Fur withdrew into skin, bone and mass folded inward with a a shudder. The towering white bulk collapsed into the shape of him as man. Noah kicked her hand away, the faintest touch of her against him sending a small pulse of energy towards her. His jaw feathered, and his eyes narrowed as he looked down at her. Was this worth it? This shot at a revenge? “Enough.” he said, voice carrying the verdict. "Go." He did not strike again. He simply stood, planted and immovable, glacier eyes fixed on her with stern warning.
Every line of him said the same thing: he would defend himself, but he would not become her executioner.
4/4 Noah shifts back to human form and kicks her hand away but she is able to fleetingly touch him as he does.
The bear reared back instead of finishing it. The next strike he’d gathered in his shoulders dissolved before it fell. Mercy -- the sight of his patron in his mind's eye -- drove a wedge through the red haze. This was no longer a fight.
The shift rolled back through him like receding thunder. Fur withdrew into skin, bone and mass folded inward with a a shudder. The towering white bulk collapsed into the shape of him as man. Noah kicked her hand away, the faintest touch of her against him sending a small pulse of energy towards her. His jaw feathered, and his eyes narrowed as he looked down at her. Was this worth it? This shot at a revenge? “Enough.” he said, voice carrying the verdict. "Go." He did not strike again. He simply stood, planted and immovable, glacier eyes fixed on her with stern warning.
Every line of him said the same thing: he would defend himself, but he would not become her executioner.
4/4 Noah shifts back to human form and kicks her hand away but she is able to fleetingly touch him as he does.
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?
