we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
Ronin is barefoot as he follows after his husband, the Star glancing distractedly out across the moody horizon before Remi steals his attention (an easy task for his husband). He just about manages to shut the door behind them, blue eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness as man becomes monster, though both of them are equally and fiercely loved by Ronin. It’s with a soft, breathless chuckle that he watches the manticore lope away into the rain, though he’s not far behind
As it so happens, Ronin calls down storm clouds when the weather is grumpy, and he swoops by his husband on a grey and angry looking nimbus. He’s tempted to reach out and muss at the mane of golden hair, but he doesn’t want to tempt a predator’s instincts. So instead Ronin races ahead.
He spots the herds a few moments later, taking care to swoop behind the trees they shelter beneath. A few moments later a few starbolts wink in the darkness, lancing into the group and spooking them, sending them racing out - right into Remi’s jaws, with any luck.
As it so happens, Ronin calls down storm clouds when the weather is grumpy, and he swoops by his husband on a grey and angry looking nimbus. He’s tempted to reach out and muss at the mane of golden hair, but he doesn’t want to tempt a predator’s instincts. So instead Ronin races ahead.
He spots the herds a few moments later, taking care to swoop behind the trees they shelter beneath. A few moments later a few starbolts wink in the darkness, lancing into the group and spooking them, sending them racing out - right into Remi’s jaws, with any luck.
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
