there exists a tipping point between gods and monsters
There is only silence in response to that, though it's not certain just why, at first. It could be the way that the tentacle starts to choke him out in earnest, or the way his mind is singularly focused on escape, on violence and snuffing out the life that is trying its luck around him. But as the dragon begins to fade, as it gives its final thrashes of frustration and rage, it gives a chance for the Huntsman beneath to get a word in edgeways.
I can think of worse things than dying in your arms, you know. His voice is hoarse and quiet, as if from screaming or crying, before that fades as well. And as consciousness leaves him, the starry reptile shrinks away entirely. Ronin is lost in the tangle of kraken limbs, covered in blood and bruises that will quickly start to rise to the surface.
I can think of worse things than dying in your arms, you know. His voice is hoarse and quiet, as if from screaming or crying, before that fades as well. And as consciousness leaves him, the starry reptile shrinks away entirely. Ronin is lost in the tangle of kraken limbs, covered in blood and bruises that will quickly start to rise to the surface.
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