He knew it as he heard the tower explode behind him, the flash of light bursting across the tundra. They were here for blood.
Large ears rotated back as he heard his pursuer whistle, but his eyes stayed focused on moving forward. Frey, an ursur attack wouldn't hurt right now... He prayed as he ran. He pressed his body hard, snow flying from cloven hooves. He did not know Wessex was coming for him, but he saw the other stranger. He veered in direction, sprint away from him. He lowered his head, pushing harder and harder and fast as he could go. He needed to get toward the Climb. He knew fire was an enemy of the ascended, and he needed to use the land's natural defenses for him.
All of it still rang in his mind. Morgan showing her true colors -- her dark, vile, proud colors. She brought danger to this land and that was all she would ever bring. They were here to kill, to slaughter, to devour -- to take blood and blood alone.
But at least it was his blood. His blood and not the blood of the people he swore to protect. Panic coursed through his veins as he ran, At least there was the hope and confidence that their pursuit of him saved his people, gave them each time to flee as commands and information flew from Deimos and Korbin. He was a sentinel -- and sometimes sentinels needed to move away from their post to assure their guardianship was most successful.
If he drew but one adversary away, it would be more safety for his people. He could feel the shards of his heart breaking away and falling into the void -- shards of the icebergs falling into the Sea of Glass.
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Noah attempts to veer away from Nate and continues to run toward the Climb. He is in reindeer form, and their wiki page says "the caribou (reindeer) can run at speeds of 60–80 km/h (37–50 mph)."
been crushed by its weight
there's no stronger message
than dirt in your face
