RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
"Really." Running his tongue across his teeth - teeth whose canines have grown sharp and dagger like - Ronin beholds Jata through a fog of steam from his drying clothes. "Stars looked better on you," he remarks, though if Sunjata wants to make a splash as the Flood in earnest, he supposes fucking Frey is as good a way to get to it as any.
"Good, that means it should be easier for you to get there," he says of the shrine, though the question, the what happens if I don't? That gets the Huntsman's attention, and it's with a sardonic smile that he gazes down at Sunjata. Like tiny suns, shooting stars ignite around Ronin in a halo behind his shoulders, all poised to strike down at the Flood.
"Try me," he purrs, before turning on heel to walk away. The stars remain for a few seconds, hovering, threatening, promising, before they too disappear.
~FIN
"Good, that means it should be easier for you to get there," he says of the shrine, though the question, the what happens if I don't? That gets the Huntsman's attention, and it's with a sardonic smile that he gazes down at Sunjata. Like tiny suns, shooting stars ignite around Ronin in a halo behind his shoulders, all poised to strike down at the Flood.
"Try me," he purrs, before turning on heel to walk away. The stars remain for a few seconds, hovering, threatening, promising, before they too disappear.
~FIN
show me your darkness.
