bleed it dry, leave us here with nothing
It was testament to the training Ronin had been doing with his astral projection that his other self kept right on exploring even as the real hunter paused at the noise, pole in hand. His brow furrowed and his head whipped up, worried that any noise might attract the creature he was trying purposely to stay away from. In fact, it was that caution and that alone that prevented him from acting... rashly, perhaps.
Because as his eyes fell upon the Queen of the Hollowed Grounds a strange, prickling heat rippled through his body, and his astral form stopped to stare at Zariah as well. A dark, nasty little voice that lived deep inside him suggested that perhaps they go for a stroll to find this land shark. Perhaps only he returned, even.
He swallowed that down quickly.
"Keep your voice down, please," he whispered once they were close enough, glancing over his shoulder to watch the grasses shift and sway. The wind? Maybe. Maybe not.
Because as his eyes fell upon the Queen of the Hollowed Grounds a strange, prickling heat rippled through his body, and his astral form stopped to stare at Zariah as well. A dark, nasty little voice that lived deep inside him suggested that perhaps they go for a stroll to find this land shark. Perhaps only he returned, even.
He swallowed that down quickly.
"Keep your voice down, please," he whispered once they were close enough, glancing over his shoulder to watch the grasses shift and sway. The wind? Maybe. Maybe not.
