RONIN
Something flashes across Ronin's face as Amalia springs to meet him rather than turning away, rather than bowing down. It's a cousin of enjoyment, but a darker sort of thing, a thirstier kind of emotion. And so they meet, with the Dragoons looking on and with the Star's mind absolutely not on playing fair or doing anything of the sort, and his hands find the thick ruff of her fur with ease.
And so they go down, the two of them; Ronin isn't quite as used to the lithe unpredictability of a leopard, and so Amalia will be successful in her endeavour to get one over on him (literally). But even with a broad paw on his chest, the Star isn't in any sort of position to know if he should back down right now. And his head is still crowned with that huge rack, and he uses it to his advantage.
Sleek fur dances along the back of his neck and beneath his collar, the partial shift lending him extra strength for him to lurch forward, trying to clash against the leopard with his antlers.
And so they go down, the two of them; Ronin isn't quite as used to the lithe unpredictability of a leopard, and so Amalia will be successful in her endeavour to get one over on him (literally). But even with a broad paw on his chest, the Star isn't in any sort of position to know if he should back down right now. And his head is still crowned with that huge rack, and he uses it to his advantage.
Sleek fur dances along the back of his neck and beneath his collar, the partial shift lending him extra strength for him to lurch forward, trying to clash against the leopard with his antlers.
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
