there exists a tipping point between gods and monsters
"Well that doesn't sound very fun at all," Ronin grumbles, though there's really very little worth grumbling about when his arms are around his husband in the middle of the woods. Still, he offers a small smile and a nod at his 'punishment', though honestly, compared to the consequences of last time, it's a very small price to pay.
They part from one another at last and Ronin draws in a shaky breath and lets it out again, shifting as if uncomfortable in his skin. And it's only as Remi hides himself behind one of the trees that he decides at last to let the dragon loose. Scales fleck along his skin, his mass growing and stretching and changing until the branches that arch over head press uncomfortably against pitch black wings, until the star-flecked belly usually visible from the sky is pressed against the ground.
A low rumble, barely perceptible to the human ear, thrums through the dirt as Ronin lowers his serpentine head, eyes trained on the woods before him. This is degrading.
They part from one another at last and Ronin draws in a shaky breath and lets it out again, shifting as if uncomfortable in his skin. And it's only as Remi hides himself behind one of the trees that he decides at last to let the dragon loose. Scales fleck along his skin, his mass growing and stretching and changing until the branches that arch over head press uncomfortably against pitch black wings, until the star-flecked belly usually visible from the sky is pressed against the ground.
A low rumble, barely perceptible to the human ear, thrums through the dirt as Ronin lowers his serpentine head, eyes trained on the woods before him. This is degrading.
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