NOAH
set a fire for tomorrow
set it to your woes
set it to your woes
The hunter did not need to be enticed. He grew up in this snow, among the ice, and knew exactly what kind of ploy Deimos was up to. Dropping his things at the gates, with a firm warning not to touch anything inside to the guard, Noah dropped down some and crept around the curve of the wall. Mitten hands skillfully scooped up snow, balling it carefully between his palms. Satisfied that Deimos had not seen that, Noah stood again and strode towards the General with a more natural air to him.
His wrist was turned every so slightly as to keep the snowball in his mitten hand hidden from the behemoth. A smile broke across his face, easily seen even though the hood dropped down and covered a great portion of his head. "Nice fort." Noah gestured with his free hand, hoping Deimos would turn momentarily to look at it so he could take his chance--
--but he lifted his arm and let the snowball fly towards the outlander with one swift moment nontheless.
feel defiance burning through my teeth
it's not enough to drag this blade across the day
it's not enough to drag this blade across the day
