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]

Everything in Michael's being winced at the sight and the feel and the sense of Gabriel's turbulent Grace, this thing on the edge of utter confusion, the brink of desparate evil, reaching out not for anything in particular but out of pure terror. Crying out again, Michael thought a warning to Merlin just as the other angel stumbled into his net.

The net closed, Merlin coming up white-faced and frantic behind it, and Michael approached the lion with trepidation.