Ronin
welcome to the playground, follow me
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
Ronin's fingers twitch as if he wants to reach out and shake Remi by the shoulders in a very human way, but of course he's far too tired and the wendigo is acting far too weird for him to risk anything beyond words right now. "Fine," he says, riding the word out on a sigh. "Then I'll do mine. Once we're done up there, though, talk to me, please? As you, not as..." He gestures to this facade of Very Well Behaved Wendigo Pet.
"Oh, absolutely not," Ronin calls back to the disembodied voice, his tone dry as sandpaper. "I'm in peril, can't you hear?" Shaking his head and muttering something inaudible under his breath, the hunter approaches the ladder-shaft and gestures for Remi to go first. "If there are any hunters behind us they'll only wet themselves if they see you," he reasons.
"Oh, absolutely not," Ronin calls back to the disembodied voice, his tone dry as sandpaper. "I'm in peril, can't you hear?" Shaking his head and muttering something inaudible under his breath, the hunter approaches the ladder-shaft and gestures for Remi to go first. "If there are any hunters behind us they'll only wet themselves if they see you," he reasons.
sink into the wasteland underneath
stay for the night, I'll sell you a dream
stay for the night, I'll sell you a dream
