NOAH
An epidemic of the mannequins
Contaminating everything
We thought came from the heart
Contaminating everything
We thought came from the heart
Many saw his world as a wasteland. A frozen hellscape where they could not believe people lived. But here he was--alive and well--thriving. The hunter moved along the Fangs with ease, thickly furred feline paws carrying him across stones and crevices he could never traverse in his human form, or even his reindeer form. Pure joy and satisfaction pulsed through his veins and out into the attuned bond (should any be around to hear him, to feel him) as he moved through the icy mountain range.
A small weasel hung from his jaws as he moved, something he caught in the Fangs. It was a small morsel, only enough for him to enjoy. Once he found a nice, flat rock devoid of ice and snow, Noah laid himself out on it to enjoy his catch. Fur-tipped ears swiveled around atop his broad head as he ate, and although he reclined himself in such a position, this form leant him the agility and speed to retreat or attack at a seconds notice.
After he swallowed his last bite, was he interrupted. A woman--a cold looking woman--moved into his line of vision. The feline stood up, and watched her for a moment with icy eyes, before reclining back onto his haunches. Simply, he watched her, perched atop his rock--his throne on his frozen fortress.
It never did right from the start
Just listen to the noises
Just listen to the noises
