There's a hole in my heart that's bleeding
Noah surged upward before Zavien could recover, front end lifting in a powerful rear that stretched his full height into the air. Once again his wings flared wide. His muscles coiled tight beneath fur and feather, every part of him aligning toward one decisive movement.
Then he dropped his front end sharply and spun.
The motion was explosive--a catapulting tornado rather than a buck. Power drove clean from his haunches through the arch of his spine. He felt Zavien’s weight slide past the line of balance, momentum no longer something he could fight. The Sentinel felt the exact instant the contact broke.
A pulsing mixture of triumph and reluctant admiration flared through him as Zavien lifted free. Noah twisted immediately, claws digging deep as he spun to track Zavien’s trajectory. The competitive fire faded just enough for the concern towards his friend to surface beneath it, a low rumble leaving his chest as he watched the man descend into dirt.
But its given me strength I needed to carry on
