we live in a world someone else imagined
Little does Remi know, but Ronin is not entirely naked in the boughs of the tree. His lower legs have become sharp and powerful talons, gripping the branches with ease, and his arms are mostly shifted to drape him in a feathery, crimson cape. Leaving only his hands and fingers available to grasp and haul his way a little higher, he sends a pulse of mental laughter down to his husband. Whatever would you do without your big ol' lion nose, he wonders, inching out along the tree to try and gracefully leap into the neighbouring one where they cross branches.
Of course, Ronin is entirely new at this having talons business, so he makes a bit of a tit of himself in the process. There's a lot of falling leaves and flailing and cursing going on above Remi's head, made all the more dramatic by the way the tree starts to shake. "Oh for fuck's sake," Ronin mutters, before the alchemist will spot the Star promptly plummeting to the ground next to him, half shifted and all.
Of course, Ronin is entirely new at this having talons business, so he makes a bit of a tit of himself in the process. There's a lot of falling leaves and flailing and cursing going on above Remi's head, made all the more dramatic by the way the tree starts to shake. "Oh for fuck's sake," Ronin mutters, before the alchemist will spot the Star promptly plummeting to the ground next to him, half shifted and all.
the dark star
