the wounds are open and bleeding out
Ronin stood at the edge of the Shrine, his hands shoved in his pockets, darkened eyes flicking from rose to rose. His lip curled at the sight of them, that they had managed to bloom, untainted, from this wellspring of life. How he had come to feel such disgust for a sight so pure was no longer something he really understood. But it was disgust he felt, low in the pit of his belly, churning his gut and setting his hair on edge.
Too little too late. Where had this been a season ago, when they might have been healthy enough to do something about it? His teeth clenched hard, a muscle twitching in his jaw.
Ronin stood at the edge of the Shrine... but he also prowled around it, too. His astral projection would make it seem as though he had not moved, whilst he sought out one of the beautiful crimson flowers - and crushed it underfoot. Crushed it until it withered and died, mangling into the frozen earth.
Exhaling a breath that clouded the air before him, unsure if he felt better or not, he glanced up at the sight of something - someone exiting the Shrine with an armful of roses. A growl rose up, low and furious in his throat. Silently he pursued, his projection flickering out behind him.
Too little too late. Where had this been a season ago, when they might have been healthy enough to do something about it? His teeth clenched hard, a muscle twitching in his jaw.
Ronin stood at the edge of the Shrine... but he also prowled around it, too. His astral projection would make it seem as though he had not moved, whilst he sought out one of the beautiful crimson flowers - and crushed it underfoot. Crushed it until it withered and died, mangling into the frozen earth.
Exhaling a breath that clouded the air before him, unsure if he felt better or not, he glanced up at the sight of something - someone exiting the Shrine with an armful of roses. A growl rose up, low and furious in his throat. Silently he pursued, his projection flickering out behind him.
THE
FALLEN STAR
