the wounds are open and bleeding out
Ronin tracked Loren to his feet with cold eyes, looking torn between smacking the self-righteousness out of him and deciding he wasn't worth the effort. And ultimately, in the end that latter point won out. Shoulders relaxing, utter disdain on his face, the hunter beheld Loren in his frail body, squaring up ridiculously against him, and sneered. All of this, over a rose.
"I'm not going anywhere with you," he said simply, glancing up into the skies over the head and acting as if to pluck one of the clouds down. And one did move, in fact, lazily swirling its way down towards them. "What are you going to do, Loren? Attack me?" He raised his eyebrows.
"I'm not going anywhere with you," he said simply, glancing up into the skies over the head and acting as if to pluck one of the clouds down. And one did move, in fact, lazily swirling its way down towards them. "What are you going to do, Loren? Attack me?" He raised his eyebrows.
THE
FALLEN STAR
