RONIN
Grinning now as well, it is not in the nature of any of his shifts to stealth or be in any way feline, and yet Ronin creeps through the undergrowth towards the sound of an obnoxiously snapping twig like any big cat. (A big cat adorned with antlers, naturally). "Luckily," he murmurs, "if I catch you, I have absolutely no intention of letting you go." Blue eyes light up at the sight of tawny wings hovering above the grasses like large, feathered I AM HERE signs, and Ronin laughs under his breath.
Of course, once again, we must reiterate that there is not a single ambush predator in Ronin's bones, and so as he pounces for his husband, it's very much more like a scrabbling, clumsy affair, but possessive delight sings through their Attuned bond nonetheless. And if Remi runs, that's all the better for this little game of kiss chase, right?
Of course, once again, we must reiterate that there is not a single ambush predator in Ronin's bones, and so as he pounces for his husband, it's very much more like a scrabbling, clumsy affair, but possessive delight sings through their Attuned bond nonetheless. And if Remi runs, that's all the better for this little game of kiss chase, right?
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
