NOAH
An epidemic of the mannequins
Contaminating everything
We thought came from the heart
Contaminating everything
We thought came from the heart
The lion padding toward him was of no surprise, and he glanced at the ex-Launceleyn as he settled in the snow. The hunter shook his broad head. No, never. He said across the bond as he turned his eyes back towards the herculean reptile in the distance. "All I've ever seen is the dragon that killed Weaver. The white one. Kiada told me that her friends had also been killed by a white dragon. This purple one is...new. I don't suspect it lives in the Fangs. Noah went on, rambling his thoughts. His words were cold and flat--factual alone. He pulled in his emotions, wrangled them down to sit in his belly and not spew themselves towards Loren across the bond. There was no need for it at this time, even if they were still trying to wage war within him. His muscles still coiled along his back, ears pressed forward towards the ursur-devouring dragon.
It never did right from the start
Just listen to the noises
Just listen to the noises
