long is the day

It's a rarity for both of them to be able to spread out like this; indeed, Ronin can count on the fingers of one hand how many times he's been able to fully shift into a leviathan. His movements are slow and confident as they prowl through the deepest dark of the ocean, and he sends a pulse of almost familiarity back through the bond to his husband. I think so, he rumbles in reply. It's different to any other shift I have. Everything else feels weirdly unimportant. Except you, he might add, but that's obvious at this point. Oh? he says with the mental equivalent of raised eyebrows, and maybe even a prang of playful jealousy. I don't believe I've ever been channelled. You're popular. Swimming close enough to brush against one of the kraken's tentacles before drawing away again, Ronin's thoughts are a still swell of reassurance. I don't think Flora would have called you to murder innocent people. He hopes. ronin begin again, as the storm