So much yelling Ronin. So much denial and brooding and certainly not enough bloodshed.
But it was early. There was time. The antlered man would break, of that the monster had no doubt.
From the darkened depths came a sphere of ice wrapped in soft snow. It would strike his cheek, leaving a welt he'd not feel given the low temperatures, but which would seem to throb in the back of his skull.
But it was early. There was time. The antlered man would break, of that the monster had no doubt.
From the darkened depths came a sphere of ice wrapped in soft snow. It would strike his cheek, leaving a welt he'd not feel given the low temperatures, but which would seem to throb in the back of his skull.
