we live in a world someone else imagined
Right behind him? Uh, Ronin doesn't think so. Not even a little. And whilst he can keep this up indefinitely, almost - the running, the dodging, the plunging deeper and deeper into the woods - he isn't able to move as smoothly as the creature pursuing him. I can't see you, he says, his mental voice tight and uncertain. Only when he clears another fallen tree and breaks out into a glade does he finally wrestle the luxere instincts under control.
Shifting back and skidding in the fallen leaves, still crowned by glowing antlers, Ronin straightens up and conjures three pinpoints of starlight around him. "Whatever you are, I'm not about to let you haunt the fuck out of these woods. There's enough here without you spooking around," he says with a growl.
Shifting back and skidding in the fallen leaves, still crowned by glowing antlers, Ronin straightens up and conjures three pinpoints of starlight around him. "Whatever you are, I'm not about to let you haunt the fuck out of these woods. There's enough here without you spooking around," he says with a growl.
the dark star
