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]

Swami had fallen into a trance. Michael made sure of it. The things that were going to happen would hurt him if he was conscious. He'd done it just in time, too; it was a few very short minutes before he felt a spark, violent and furious, on his Grace.

There.

He glanced sharply at Merlin - Did you feel? - and the ancient nodded grimly, pointing to the left. There. Go!

And Michael was off, Merlin following more slowly with Swami, the ancient casting a net of power yards ahead of the lion while Michael pushed forward like a wall, Grace a shield before his face, bright enough to burn.