RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
Ronin strolls around the downed demigod, prowling like any good predator, searching for weaknesses to exploit or areas as of yet untouched. He doesn't lash out yet, though - not physically, anyway. But he does bark out a humourless laugh, shaking his head as starlight begins to splinter angrily from his form. "So she forced you, did she?" he drawls. "Made you take her deals, came to you rather than you showing up at her shrines?"
Crouching down now, he narrows his eyes and considers tossing sand into Jata's face for good measure. "That's the thing, though, friend. The roles would never be reversed, because I'd never dig myself so deep a hole that I couldn't get out of it again. You marry an Ascended and cozy up to an Old God. What the fuck did you expect? And do you really think Frey and the Voice are buddies? That they'll just let this happen?"
Crouching down now, he narrows his eyes and considers tossing sand into Jata's face for good measure. "That's the thing, though, friend. The roles would never be reversed, because I'd never dig myself so deep a hole that I couldn't get out of it again. You marry an Ascended and cozy up to an Old God. What the fuck did you expect? And do you really think Frey and the Voice are buddies? That they'll just let this happen?"
show me your darkness.
