RONIN
You are the most powerful, Ronin croons back through the Attuned bond, tossing his head majestically and springing over a fallen log as if it's nothing. And I still managed to tag you. So there. Take that, and so on.
He knows that Remi will be in hot pursuit of him in mere moments, but it still feels so good to run that the Knight can't find it in himself to be too worried about being instantly tagged back. Every muscle screams with glee, the breeze turning cool as it whips through antlers and fur, the drum of his hooves on the soft earth a gentle, echoing thunder at the core of the Wildwood.
Swerving to take a less well-travelled path - and hoping that the thickets of branch and scrub will make it more difficult for the Bastion to fly so swiftly through the forest, Ronin feels for the first time in a long time as though the Greatwood is home. It's a memory, but one that runs deep like the roots of an old tree, and he settles into the sway and rustle of the trees as if finally remembering their rhythm.
He knows that Remi will be in hot pursuit of him in mere moments, but it still feels so good to run that the Knight can't find it in himself to be too worried about being instantly tagged back. Every muscle screams with glee, the breeze turning cool as it whips through antlers and fur, the drum of his hooves on the soft earth a gentle, echoing thunder at the core of the Wildwood.
Swerving to take a less well-travelled path - and hoping that the thickets of branch and scrub will make it more difficult for the Bastion to fly so swiftly through the forest, Ronin feels for the first time in a long time as though the Greatwood is home. It's a memory, but one that runs deep like the roots of an old tree, and he settles into the sway and rustle of the trees as if finally remembering their rhythm.
