RONIN
Especially not in the middle of Deepfrost... The storm high above, at least, isn't something that Ronin can really comprehend from down in the depths, though his other self is frowning from on board their houseboat. The encantados panicking do nothing for the dragon in Ronin other than entice it further, and it's with sharp, pointed teeth that he snarls beneath the water at them.
Continuing to tear at the net, Ronin reaches in at last to try and wrestle the first dolphin out so it can continue its journey down the Stonesong. Maybe someone thought they would make a good meal, but the pod escaped. Or they didn't expect one to be travelling this late in the season... Casting a sidelong glance at his monstrous husband, Ronin's smile is nothing short of wicked. How are you holding up?
Continuing to tear at the net, Ronin reaches in at last to try and wrestle the first dolphin out so it can continue its journey down the Stonesong. Maybe someone thought they would make a good meal, but the pod escaped. Or they didn't expect one to be travelling this late in the season... Casting a sidelong glance at his monstrous husband, Ronin's smile is nothing short of wicked. How are you holding up?
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
