tonight i'm so alone / this sorrow takes a hold

[impudentsongbird]

The mountain-lion was skittish. He leapt from rock to rock, ducked under the trees, peered through the foliage as if searching. His fur bristled with anxiety, the feeling of wrongness.

And there was something wrong. Something it couldn't comprehend. As if, when that human had touched him, it had shifted something--ruffled his fur all up the wrong way, and he couldn't get it to settle. And there was something else, too; something he couldn't quite remember which had happened at the same time. His instincts wondered why he let the humans go.

But mostly, there was something wrong, and the mountain-lion fled from being seen.

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[machaseh]

Absurdly, it wasn't the sudden burst of defensive energy that made Michael's heart clench with fear; it was the precarious way in which Gabriel was leaping down the slope. He followed and circled, faster than the eye could follow, feet not quite touching the ground, distracted as he was. Merlin followed more slowly, cursing and recasting, weaving the net tighter and with more fire to it.

Once ahead of the lion at the bottom of the slope, Michael quietened himself, letting his Grace die down as low as it could 'til it burned like embers in the center of him. He sent out a message of love and hope and, above all, sternness.

Little brother. Stop this.