RONIN
They had flown back from Hak Etme on tired wings of shifting grief shared across a three-way bond. And though Haai's little lifeless body remained with them, the vibrant soul had long gone from her fur and her feathers. Sunjata, too, wasn't looking nearly his best, though the Flood had deigned to join them in the Greatwood. And whilst Ronin worried for his friend, he and Remi would have their own problems and challenges to contend with.
Namely, it's fucking snowing. Blizzarding even, if that's a word. Ronin lands in snow up to his shins somewhere (he hopes) near the houseboat, the Huntsman squinting through the flurry to try and spot home. "Where did this come from?" he wonders out loud, swiping snowflakes off his cheeks and letting dragon wings sag into the snow. "Gods, I'm so tired."
Namely, it's fucking snowing. Blizzarding even, if that's a word. Ronin lands in snow up to his shins somewhere (he hopes) near the houseboat, the Huntsman squinting through the flurry to try and spot home. "Where did this come from?" he wonders out loud, swiping snowflakes off his cheeks and letting dragon wings sag into the snow. "Gods, I'm so tired."
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
