RONIN
THE FALLEN STAR
Blood, meat, warm and enough, regardless of the quality, to sustain the blighted body that demanded food. Such was Ronin's concentration on the meal that he entirely missed Remi's approach, and only the sound of his voice dragged him from whatever gluttonous trance he had been caught in. Lips pulling back to bare bloodied teeth, red smeared across his cheeks and chin and caking under his fingernails, there was no doubt as to what he thought of the interruption.
Moving as if to stand protectively over the meal he'd caught and hunted fair and square, Ronin swallowed and wiped his lips with the back of his hand (it made little difference). "Get out," he demanded, his voice little more than a low, inhuman growl at this point.
Moving as if to stand protectively over the meal he'd caught and hunted fair and square, Ronin swallowed and wiped his lips with the back of his hand (it made little difference). "Get out," he demanded, his voice little more than a low, inhuman growl at this point.
now don’t you lose hope
I swear I never dream that we’re alone
I swear I still believe but I don’t know
