the things we hold are always the first to go
Whilst aware of the apparently supernatural behaviour rumbling through the circle of stones, as a projection Ronin didn't see much in it. He slowed his steps to listen to the voices on the breeze, the discord in the air, the unquiet beneath his feet... but ultimately that was it.
Taking a long, deep breath (one that was entirely unnecessary in a spirit body), the hunter gazed one more time upon the shrine before turning and walking away. He ghosted through the hedges as if they were nothing - much to their irritation - and was gone from the sacred place only moments later.
Taking a long, deep breath (one that was entirely unnecessary in a spirit body), the hunter gazed one more time upon the shrine before turning and walking away. He ghosted through the hedges as if they were nothing - much to their irritation - and was gone from the sacred place only moments later.
