Noah crouched, taking his balance to one knee as he breathed in and out, focusing on the target and trying to predict the next movement. Noah's eyes shifted to take on the precision and keenness of his lynx form. He watched as the target lifted and danced, taunting him. He knew Deimos to be a trickster, so he did not expect it to be the same movement twice. Finally, letting go of another breath Noah loosed his arrow. The hiss of it resounded in his ears, and he hoped for at least a partial strike.
Training [se] glory sounds like a punchline
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the Forsaken
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Age: 34 | Height: 6'2 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Halo Level: 10 - Strg: 51 - Dext: 51 - Endr: 53 - Luck: 49 - Int: 1 EIRA - Mythical - Griffin (Venom) VI’ADORE - Mythical - Unicorn (Healing)
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09-29-2021, 06:11 PM
We've been shown how not to live by gracious kings of old
His dancing around the vines that stirred beneath him ceased as Deimos lifted another target into the air. Noah watched it dance, it's frenzy mimicking the gulls over the Sea of Glass. The hunter smirked and drew another arrow, eyes narrowing some as he tried to focus on the target. He had never really shot anything down out of the sky, but he had sent shots off after frantic deer, zigzagging their way across the tundra.
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