RONIN
the darkstar
Ronin only realises that he's been biting at the inside of his cheek when his mouth fills with the taste of copper, and he swallows back blood and doubt before he can speak. "Touche," he mutters, and wings scattered with starlight on the underside stretch out from his shoulders. "I haven't tried starfire either," he adds, referring to his dragon's celestial breath. "You should have that, too."
"Have they ever said that they are going to keep them all to themselves?" he counters, though rather than trying to sigh out any tension, it only seems to be building in the set of his jaw, the stiffness in his back and shoulders. "How long have you been considering getting all the relics yourself? It doesn't guarantee that the war won't happen. I'm not sure anything can."
"Have they ever said that they are going to keep them all to themselves?" he counters, though rather than trying to sigh out any tension, it only seems to be building in the set of his jaw, the stiffness in his back and shoulders. "How long have you been considering getting all the relics yourself? It doesn't guarantee that the war won't happen. I'm not sure anything can."
