NOAH
As Deimos reduced the last gore crow to ashes, Noah shifted back up to his human form. It was still so interesting to see such a rare thing in the General -- blessed and cursed. He held both form of attuned and abandoned, and it made so many questions swim in the hunter's mind. Too many questions that he thought too rude to ever ask, and stuffed away because of that.
He followed closely at Zuriel's hip as they moved on, hand resting on her croup for a flickering moment. He stepped out towards the hot springs and took in a deep breath. The warm, sticky air filled his lungs like nothing else he had experienced before. This is what Hotaru hoped to have in her spa one day, and Noah had no arguments for that. As the General shuffled around in his bag, and handed vials towards him, he took them without argument, if more ungraceful than usual. He had been distracted by the beauty of Frey's Breath, as he usually was in new places.
Crouched down following the warlord, Noah followed Deimos' cues.
Life isn't always what you think it'd be
Turn your head for one second and the tables turn
Turn your head for one second and the tables turn
