so that we may grow

NOAH

An epidemic of the mannequins
Contaminating everything
We thought came from the heart

The lynx was not entirely sure where exactly he was. He moved carefully because of this. His head was low, ears perked and listening carefully. He had no eyes in the sky this day, having left Eira at home. He was on what he hoped would be a short mission, just scouting for the guild. Already he had taken plenty of notes and his head was full of images he would need to sketch later on.

Despite his paws being massive snow-shoe type paws, the lynx still held the classic trait of his fellow felines in that he was able to move almost soundlessly across the forest floor. The movement caught his eye and he crouched down quickly, hidden behind bush and bramble. the woman fluttered by, and Noah lifted his head just so. She was covered in dark, flowy rags. The hunter's heart sputtered within his chest -- the only creature he knew to wear such attire was the herald of death himself.

He had to follow.

The lynx trotted behind the herald, reaching out across the bond to ask them to stop, to wait for him, to--but he only met silence. Frustration and curiosity mixed within him and, though cautiously, he approached.

It never did right from the start
Just listen to the noises