there exists a tipping point between gods and monsters
Have you always been such a smug cunt? Ronin barely even sounds like himself; a couple of the younger trees have snapped and splintered in the dragon's attempts to stretch out further, and he snarls again at the realisation that he's effectively stuck now in the branches. Still, with wings splayed and crooked and his talons buried deep within the earth, at least he's not lunging towards the duplicate (yet).
And luckily for Remi, something much more interesting appears over his shoulder, and the tang of blood fills the air more deliciously than anything Ronin can remember recently. (Not in this form, anyway - as anything else he'd probably prefer pancakes). There are no words, now, in the bond, merely a pulse of something close to mine, and he snaps his teeth towards the lions as if in warning.
And luckily for Remi, something much more interesting appears over his shoulder, and the tang of blood fills the air more deliciously than anything Ronin can remember recently. (Not in this form, anyway - as anything else he'd probably prefer pancakes). There are no words, now, in the bond, merely a pulse of something close to mine, and he snaps his teeth towards the lions as if in warning.
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