RONIN
And therein lays the problem - where one set of instincts says to run and not to look back, another urges Ronin to grab the things that are important and keep them close. A strange contradiction then, when the very presence making his muscles rigid with adrenaline is the same one he wants to throw himself towards. The result, of course, is a wary sidestep by way of the luxere, antlers lowered uncertainly, nose twitching as if there might be whole pride of manticore out here in the fields.
Eventually, the soul within the stag's body shakes itself loose, and its with a snort and a haughty toss of his head that Ronin turns towards the sound of the manticore head on, beginning to lope in its direction. You are teasing me, he complains affectionately down the length of the Attuned bond.
Eventually, the soul within the stag's body shakes itself loose, and its with a snort and a haughty toss of his head that Ronin turns towards the sound of the manticore head on, beginning to lope in its direction. You are teasing me, he complains affectionately down the length of the Attuned bond.
