RONIN
the huntsman
when the city goes silent
His blood is up and ice has already begun to cling to his antlers, such are the depths of cold during Halo at Deepfrost. Only consistent movement ensures that Ronin doesn't succumb to these sorts of temperatures, even with his superhuman endurance, and so he prances quite beautifully through the hoarfrost. The thunder of his hoofbeats feels as though it should echo, but the mist swallows it up, and it's with a toss of his head that one might deem joyful that Ronin picks up his pace.
To say that this season sees him in complete opposition to his Leafchange moods is putting it mildly; warm, sociable and eager to please, some might say the Nova is the best of himself at this time of year. Which is all well and good, but as of right now, he's not sharing. In fact, he's quite hoping he's being hunted down.
To say that this season sees him in complete opposition to his Leafchange moods is putting it mildly; warm, sociable and eager to please, some might say the Nova is the best of himself at this time of year. Which is all well and good, but as of right now, he's not sharing. In fact, he's quite hoping he's being hunted down.
the ringing in my ears gets violent
