Noah loved being an attuned. The ability to change his appearance and slip away to something else was absolutely delightful. He enjoyed the rush he felt now, the wind whipping at his fur as he ran with the luxere herd. If his reindeer face could smile, it would be broad and happy and all Noah.
He ran passed Weaver, the glint of her scythe a domineering feature to her already intimidating look. She swung and he skidded to a stop, using the time to shift back to his human form. The smile that his deer form lacked now reach across from one side of his face to the other. He lifted his hands triumphantly as the rest of the herd scattered away, panicked bleating and the scattering of hooves filling the air around them. "Yes!" He said with a small victory laugh. He trotted across the snow to retrieve his stuff that they had stashed away. "If we dress them quick we'll be home before its dark." Noah said to her when he returned. He wasted no time--dropping to his knees before the second luxere, he set to work gutting the creature. noah olson |
