RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
As a member of the Order, most of Ronin's days are spent in an office and overseeing the barracks. But there are occasions (at least twice a week, if he has it his way), where he can go and let off some steam and do some actual training. Today is one of those days, and the mid-morning light falls upon Ronin and a group of Dragoons-in-training running laps around the training grounds. It's just a warm up before he splits them into pairs for sparring, but most of the time that'll be enough to wear them out regardless.
The Star is leading the group as they run by design rather than out of ego - he has been alternating straight laps and the obstacle course, and sweat is already glistening along his forehead and down his back. Not looking particuarly militia-like, Ronin wears a pair of grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt that will no doubt need washing after this. Still, he's happy enough with his little troop of soldiers, and it's as wholesome a way to spend a morning as he can remember.
The Star is leading the group as they run by design rather than out of ego - he has been alternating straight laps and the obstacle course, and sweat is already glistening along his forehead and down his back. Not looking particuarly militia-like, Ronin wears a pair of grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt that will no doubt need washing after this. Still, he's happy enough with his little troop of soldiers, and it's as wholesome a way to spend a morning as he can remember.
show me your darkness.
