Noah
if there's a reason I'm still alive
when so many have died
when so many have died
The laughter turned to words and a chill went through Noah's spine. He only had minimal interactions with the woman, but her voice was unmistakable. While the words she spoke were not directed at him, the ice and bile in them made his stomach turn. Loren shot off and Noah followed him out of instinct, but seeing the woman above Loren made him stop short. No. She's dead. He thought, the image of her cold, stiff body laying on the ground before him flashing behind his eyes. He spun around, lifting his bow to aim, looking for the man who knew to last see her alive: Jace. Perhaps he was here, a mage as his mother was, playing tricks with their minds.
There was cracking of ice and lightning behind him and he ducked back around the corner, the reverberation startling him. He heard the familiar sound of claws against stone, of a rumbling growl, and Deimos' command fell on deaf ears. Ursurs. The hunter's blood pounded in his ears and he spun towards the sound, only to see the shield of ice start to form before him. He aimed, eyes narrowing, for the closest ursur's head -- but his fingertips held the arrow as Deimos' voice rang in the back of his head. He waited, watching the ice form and tighten before him, for what might happen.
He had never had another attuned try to calm a beast before -- he had only known to destroy them before they destroyed you.
then I'm willing to
wait for it
wait for it
