there exists a tipping point between gods and monsters
I already am a murderer. The voice doesn't even really sound like Ronin, almost purring through the Attuned bond at Remi. Or has he forgotten Skyler, beaten to death under the weight of Ronin's own knuckles? And that was before dragons and manticores, before Aoife had been killed, before everything had gone so compeltely and utterly to shit. He'd already been a murderer even then.
The dragon is almost distracted by the fleeing family, by the mule frozen in terror, before the barb cuts through and the beast's pride is riled up. Try me, he suggests, a talon lancing up to swipe heavily at the manticore. Even as he moves, his wings beat down to stir up the sand, a gesture that will slow him down, as if some part of him is reluctant. Some small, hidden part.
The dragon is almost distracted by the fleeing family, by the mule frozen in terror, before the barb cuts through and the beast's pride is riled up. Try me, he suggests, a talon lancing up to swipe heavily at the manticore. Even as he moves, his wings beat down to stir up the sand, a gesture that will slow him down, as if some part of him is reluctant. Some small, hidden part.
ronin
