[RQ] salves for the soul

NOAH

Despite the white hot pain searing through Noah's muscles from the lacerations on his back, he continued his fight. The first bird fell limp beneath him and he twisted, pain causing another deep, guttural growl from the depths of his throat. He batted at the crow, claws extended to slice down the bird's chest. He felt feather and sinew and skin separate beneath his claws, felt the warmth of blood over his toes and he pushed forward. His second paw came up and grabbed onto the bird, keeping it from flying. He felt the crack of bones beneath his weight as he pushed the second assailant into the stone floor, and after a moment of his maw crushing down on its windpipe, it lay dead like its brother.

The lynx lifted his head just as Zuriel finished with Deimos. The adrenaline that pumped through his body did not give him much indication of how severe his wounds were, but as he took a step forward and limped from the pain running up his spine he knew that he would need the mare's services. She had healed him before, and once more the lynx dipped his head in gratitude as the unicorn's magic brought him back to his most right state.

The General spoke then, and Noah's eyes lifted to the final bird. He growled low and dark, and crouched, waiting for a moment to see what the warlord might do.

Life isn't always what you think it'd be
Turn your head for one second and the tables turn