devils in the canyon

I warned him, Ronin all but rumbles through their bond, taking the peppermint bark from between his lips and tossing it off into the woods, cracking his knuckles to approach the Wicker Woman up ahead. He's a fool. And there's something else, too, something that Remi likely has already come to anticipate but is entirely new to the Star. That ribbon of possessiveness, of jealousy but not, that rears its ugly head. "I love you too," Ronin mutters under his breath, and he means it with every fibre of himself. Still, he's not able to take his eyes from the object of his fury right now, tearing forward with feathers ruffling through his dark hair and erupting from his arms. Unlike most, his avian shift does not appear at signs of stress or nerves - no, it is righteous anger that fuels Ronin's phoenix, and it is unleashed on the Wicker Woman without prejudice. Branches crack and splinter under Ronin's persuasive techniques, landing back across near Remi for him to collect sap as he likes. RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving