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Remi

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

Despite the fact that Remi's expressions in this form are limited to the shifting of his mandible bone and the flickering of eyes somehow affixed in his sockets, he is able to look quite smug as Ronin's shoulders roll. Maybe he doesn't look any which way at all. Maybe Ronin's senses are nearly filling in the gaps of what a predatory mistake like a wendigo thinks or feels. Indeed, they're not meant to think anything at all, not human thoughts anyways. But such is the reason this particular one is alive: however unseemly his human side is, that there is a human side at all, is worth learning more about.

Shifting back in a series of clicks and pops, Remi stands with his arms crossed over his chest, completely naked. Though he is a mess of muscle and bone as a wendigo, as a human he's unassuming and rather scrawny. His pale skin is scrawled upon with various scars, but save for the tattooed runes around his throat--compliments of Ronin's pals--Remi is unadorned.

With his chin tilted slightly down and a smirk parting his lips, Remi raises an eyebrow that nearly disappears into his mop of dishevelled blonde curls. "If this were a movie, this part would be over by now." He complains, wanting this bippity boppity bullshit to hurry up.

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

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!