there exists a tipping point between gods and monsters
It's a test of endurance, of who will last the longest - and if not for the tentacle that comes snaking around his neck, cutting off air, the dragon's money would be on himself. There's blood everywhere, more cuts gushing red with each rake of his talons, and he unleashes a deafening roar of fury and frustration when the limbs just keep fucking coming. His struggles continue, though, long after one might expect them to stop, jaws snapping at nothing, claws rending the air.
Fuck you, comes the eventual snarl, Ronin forced into submission with one last angry toss of his head. His chest heaves, fighting for a breath, ridged tail limp in the sand. I hope you fucking die out here.
Fuck you, comes the eventual snarl, Ronin forced into submission with one last angry toss of his head. His chest heaves, fighting for a breath, ridged tail limp in the sand. I hope you fucking die out here.
ronin
