cut our teeth and make our bones right here

Remi

Welcome to the wild, no heroes and villains
Welcome to the war, we've only begun

Drinking slowly out of necessity more than to savour it (this isn't even the good stuff. it's regular old universal donor blood, but nevermind), Remi wraps his spindly fingers around his glass to hide its contents. "There is good eating on the surface." He replies rather matter-of-factly. "When the topsiders get too content, they get fat, and slow." Ronin won't need to see the predatory darkening of Remi's eyes to know that is what's happening behind his dark lenses.

Raising his eyebrows thoughtfully and shrugging, the wendigo takes another sip. The blood tastes like fire and razorblades as it trickles down his throat. It makes him want to guzzle it down before shattering the glass against the nearest skull he can reach that he might refill it with something fresh. That he does not is the only reason he's permitted these luxuries of course, but still, his fingers flinch up the sides of his glass every now and then as his body tests the limits of his self-control.

"It is the same with anything. What lives down here has grown sour and muted because of the lack of light." He grins. "But that is just one monster's opinion. Perhaps there was a party I was not invited to."

Higher and higher you chase it
It's deep in your blood, go and take it

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!