NOAH
An epidemic of the mannequins
Contaminating everything
We thought came from the heart
Contaminating everything
We thought came from the heart
The lynx's gaze did not go back to the dragon. Rather, his eyes moved from Delphine's retreating form to the snow, to Loren, to the snow, and back towards his lover. His heart still pounded in his chest, and he couldn't manage to gain control of it. He wished so desperately in this moment for Delphine to be able to hear him over the bond. Turning to human form and calling after her, or chasing after her, would surely mean death. Delphine, stop. Delphine, stop moving. Woman, STOP MOVING. He screamed in his head, jaw tightening as he did so. He lifted icy eyes to watch her calm-looking retreat and he glanced sideways just for a moment to see the dragon's fixation on the blonde.
Noah's blood ran cold. The woman, his lover, disappeared.
Where did she go?
Time seemed to stop around him and all Noah could hear was his own blood pounding in his ears. He no longer had control over what laid out across the attuned bond. Loren would surely be hit by the barrage of his emotions. Noah hadn't felt this since he heard of Weaver's death. It consumed him whole--the turning, twisting, churning, fiery burst and grasp of devastation. NO! He felt his whole body start shaking. His claws dug into the ice and snow, fury rising from him as if from the tundra itself. His hackles rose and his lips curled in a silent snarl--but he dare not move.
It never did right from the start
Just listen to the noises
Just listen to the noises
