NOAH
Noah took a step back as Deimos moved forward. He crouched down some and rested his elbows on his knees as the hellhound set to the task. His smile did not falter, it only grew wider and deeper and wrinkled his face more as the warlord devoured his prize. As he finished, the hunter surged up and thrust both his fists in the air. He hollered and whooped in celebration for the victory and triumph over the beasts. While the two men had not had much trouble bringing down the ursur given their attuned forms, it was truly a dangerous feat they had accomplished.
Still smiling, Noah sighed and clapped the man on the back (man or wolf, he didn't care) and set back to work on the ursurs. With the help of Deimos he was sure they would be able to lift the pair of predators onto the sleigh and bring them back to the Citadel without problems.
-FINISHED
i'd fashioned my own cross
been crushed by its weight
there's no stronger message
than dirt in your face
been crushed by its weight
there's no stronger message
than dirt in your face
