Ronin
welcome to the playground, follow me
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
We'll preface all of this by saying that Ronin is not a cowboy.
And yet, as Remi gets the nuckelavee into precisely the right position for the sort of fuckery he has in mind, the urge to yee-haw is strong in this one.
He doesn't, of course. But he thinks about it.
The wendigo manages to force the rider's mouth shut such that only the horse head can emit a chittering screech of anger, and even then it's cut off by a terrible sound not unlike bacon when it first hits a hot pan. The cause, naturally, is the length of silver that's just snapped around its equine neck, followed by an irate Irish hunter.
To say that Ronin is riding the nuckelavee is giving both of them far too much credit. But he's on it, and it's with a silver blade that he works on gouging something into the creature's flank. Something that, when Ronin is finished, starts to harshly glow. Whatever effect it's having causes it to double down on its attempts to make Remi let it the fuck go and, leaving his chain tangled around the creature, Ronin absolutely backs the fuck up.
"Regroup," he calls to the wendigo, because fuck him if close combat doesn't look like a nasty game to be playing right now.
And yet, as Remi gets the nuckelavee into precisely the right position for the sort of fuckery he has in mind, the urge to yee-haw is strong in this one.
He doesn't, of course. But he thinks about it.
The wendigo manages to force the rider's mouth shut such that only the horse head can emit a chittering screech of anger, and even then it's cut off by a terrible sound not unlike bacon when it first hits a hot pan. The cause, naturally, is the length of silver that's just snapped around its equine neck, followed by an irate Irish hunter.
To say that Ronin is riding the nuckelavee is giving both of them far too much credit. But he's on it, and it's with a silver blade that he works on gouging something into the creature's flank. Something that, when Ronin is finished, starts to harshly glow. Whatever effect it's having causes it to double down on its attempts to make Remi let it the fuck go and, leaving his chain tangled around the creature, Ronin absolutely backs the fuck up.
"Regroup," he calls to the wendigo, because fuck him if close combat doesn't look like a nasty game to be playing right now.
sink into the wasteland underneath
stay for the night, I'll sell you a dream
stay for the night, I'll sell you a dream
