RONIN
His head shot up as the snowball landed, though it wasn’t the little projectile that got to him. It was the giggle. And given where he was, and when it was, Ronin had no doubt about what tricks he ought to expect. He’d trained for it, in fact. Stamping his hooves again as the second snowball hit closer, he turned about, trying to decide whether or not to respond.
Slowly, for although he had practiced it wasn’t something he was used to, the luxere shifted into the shape of a man - a man with large, glowing antlers spreading up from his head and a ruff of fur about his neck. Crouched in the snow, Ronin narrowed his eyes. ”Get out of here,” he warned the creature.
Slowly, for although he had practiced it wasn’t something he was used to, the luxere shifted into the shape of a man - a man with large, glowing antlers spreading up from his head and a ruff of fur about his neck. Crouched in the snow, Ronin narrowed his eyes. ”Get out of here,” he warned the creature.
