Ronin Taliesin
but they haven't seen the best of me
Somehow, the grin did not soothe Ronin. Weird, that. He still waited, axe in hand, for the inevitable fury to come raining down upon him - though quite what Remi had expected him to do in the face of the creature he had become was beyond him. A lion was one thing, but this? He didn't stand a chance. Still, he snorted at the maned head shook in his direction, rolling his eyes. "Fine," he said. "You win the dick-swinging contest until I get cooler than you."
His smirk came a little easier, though when the manticore's shoulder lowered, inviting him on, Ronin raised his eyebrows. "There are so many jokes to make right now, I just can't pick one." He sighed, like it was a shame. Still, kidding about 'riding Remi' aside, Ronin was still a bit dubious. A lion bird drippy tail thing was not exactly reassurring.
But then again, things like that had never stopped him before. And so Ronin did as his husband had suggested and, tangling his fingers carefully in mane rather than feathers, he hopped on.
His smirk came a little easier, though when the manticore's shoulder lowered, inviting him on, Ronin raised his eyebrows. "There are so many jokes to make right now, I just can't pick one." He sighed, like it was a shame. Still, kidding about 'riding Remi' aside, Ronin was still a bit dubious. A lion bird drippy tail thing was not exactly reassurring.
But then again, things like that had never stopped him before. And so Ronin did as his husband had suggested and, tangling his fingers carefully in mane rather than feathers, he hopped on.
