i will be coming back
Sleep it is, then. Or rather... unconsciousness it is. But though the dragon within him wants to rage and seethe and roar its way to the surface again, the man currently in control is exhausted in a way he has never been before, and so one bleeds into another within very little time at all. Though there is one thing that Ronin hasn't accounted for - when it gets dark in the desert, it gets cold. Colder than the woods, colder than Torchline.
And so it's at the darkest part of the night that he finds himself uncomfortably stirring, before lurching up into a sitting position with a gasp of surprise that instantly turns to pain. Ropes of dark bruises cover his body, and there's something frantic and angry and terrified in his thoughts that he simply can't seem to grapple. When he reaches up as if to rake his hands through his hair, they've already sharpened to talons, and the Huntsman cringes and tries to shake it away.
Trembling with cold, he shifts on the shards of glass, already able to smell blood in the air that does absolutely nothing for the dragon he's trying to keep at bay within him.
And so it's at the darkest part of the night that he finds himself uncomfortably stirring, before lurching up into a sitting position with a gasp of surprise that instantly turns to pain. Ropes of dark bruises cover his body, and there's something frantic and angry and terrified in his thoughts that he simply can't seem to grapple. When he reaches up as if to rake his hands through his hair, they've already sharpened to talons, and the Huntsman cringes and tries to shake it away.
Trembling with cold, he shifts on the shards of glass, already able to smell blood in the air that does absolutely nothing for the dragon he's trying to keep at bay within him.
in a phrase to cut these lips
i love you
RONIN
