[Full disclosure- I played Cassie and Coat once upon a time and seeing your Sylvie has made me happy.]
Cronuts?
[Oh no. No kittens for Ronan, thanks. He doesn't need another magical creature. Especially not one made from God only knew what magic. Ronan nudges the kitten out of the way.
His own beast is roaring around in the skies somewhere, a mimic of his previous albino beast. There are glimpses of it in the night, white scales flashing as it tears into creatures. But it's beyond his control. It operates under one idea: protect.
So Ronan Lynch is standing there trying to find something to rip apart by himself. Instead, his lip isn't split and he has not a speck of blood o him all because of this girl. She's just... flinging around magic like he's never seen outside of a dream. He hates to admit it, but he's kind of impressed. And there's no way in hell that he'll admit he's a little scared, too.]
Why the fuck would you want a cronut even if we weren't--
[He pauses as this creature that looks like it might have come out of a nightmare, just not his own, lunges at him. Fortunately, he's dealt things that have a lot more beaks, claws, and relentless intent to kill him. So he just grabs it by the neck. This is what he's been waiting for.]
Fighting for our lives!
[The thing throws Ronan off its neck quite literally. He rolls from the momentum and almost hits the foolish cat.
Now he can own up to the fact that he's scared. It's alright. He just won't tell anyone else and he can forget it after a drink or five.]
ii monster madness
Cronuts?
[Oh no. No kittens for Ronan, thanks. He doesn't need another magical creature. Especially not one made from God only knew what magic. Ronan nudges the kitten out of the way.
His own beast is roaring around in the skies somewhere, a mimic of his previous albino beast. There are glimpses of it in the night, white scales flashing as it tears into creatures. But it's beyond his control. It operates under one idea: protect.
So Ronan Lynch is standing there trying to find something to rip apart by himself. Instead, his lip isn't split and he has not a speck of blood o him all because of this girl. She's just... flinging around magic like he's never seen outside of a dream. He hates to admit it, but he's kind of impressed. And there's no way in hell that he'll admit he's a little scared, too.]
Why the fuck would you want a cronut even if we weren't--
[He pauses as this creature that looks like it might have come out of a nightmare, just not his own, lunges at him. Fortunately, he's dealt things that have a lot more beaks, claws, and relentless intent to kill him. So he just grabs it by the neck. This is what he's been waiting for.]
Fighting for our lives!
[The thing throws Ronan off its neck quite literally. He rolls from the momentum and almost hits the foolish cat.
Now he can own up to the fact that he's scared. It's alright. He just won't tell anyone else and he can forget it after a drink or five.]