Noah
Crooked souls trying to stay up straight
Dry eyes in the pouring rain
Dry eyes in the pouring rain
Noah arrived with boots chalked pale by the road and shoulders warmed by the long sun. Dead Iron Ranch spread wide ahead of him woth fences squared off with care, corrals packed firm, banners snapping from posts in the dry wind.
Noise layered thick, laughter from the rails, the clang of gates, the restless bellow of penned animals. He paused a moment outside the main crush, taking it in the way he would a new stretch of wilderness. He rolled his shoulders once, gaze tracking the arena at the center of it all until he found familiar shapes and faces. He made his way towards them.
A corner of his mouth tugged upward in a smirk. "This out to be interesting." He mused to Deimos, flashing a smile punctuated with a wink towards Erebos.
Noah will enter as a bull with his griffin shift.
Noise layered thick, laughter from the rails, the clang of gates, the restless bellow of penned animals. He paused a moment outside the main crush, taking it in the way he would a new stretch of wilderness. He rolled his shoulders once, gaze tracking the arena at the center of it all until he found familiar shapes and faces. He made his way towards them.
A corner of his mouth tugged upward in a smirk. "This out to be interesting." He mused to Deimos, flashing a smile punctuated with a wink towards Erebos.
Noah will enter as a bull with his griffin shift.
While the shadow proves the sunshine
