there exists a tipping point between gods and monsters
It is unfortunate for Ronin, the dragon still attempting to get his bearings when a paw tipped with claws swipes at his tail, and his jaws part in a growl that is much more audible this time around. He twists instinctively, though catches himself shortly before he can turn in full, doing his best to keep a hold on the fury that wants to tear apart the trees looking for the owner of said claws.
By the time he's got himself front and centre again, his blazing blue eyes settle on his husband, and for a second or two Ronin seems to relax. A wisp of smoke curls from his nostrils as he huffs out a sigh, the dragon vaguely wondering if he might be able to tempt Remi into scritching him beneath the jaw.
But then there's Maeve.
Maeve and Remi.
As the alchemist turns away the tenuous control Ronin has wrestled over his shift disintegrates instantly and gladly, and with a maw full of dagger like teeth, he roars his outrage loud enough for it to echo throughout the Greatwood. Tearing at the dirt beneath his claws, he's already thrashing and flexing his wings to get free of the confined branches.
By the time he's got himself front and centre again, his blazing blue eyes settle on his husband, and for a second or two Ronin seems to relax. A wisp of smoke curls from his nostrils as he huffs out a sigh, the dragon vaguely wondering if he might be able to tempt Remi into scritching him beneath the jaw.
But then there's Maeve.
Maeve and Remi.
As the alchemist turns away the tenuous control Ronin has wrestled over his shift disintegrates instantly and gladly, and with a maw full of dagger like teeth, he roars his outrage loud enough for it to echo throughout the Greatwood. Tearing at the dirt beneath his claws, he's already thrashing and flexing his wings to get free of the confined branches.
ronin
