Remi
Welcome to the wild, no heroes and villains
Welcome to the war, we've only begun
Welcome to the war, we've only begun
The human part of his mind is already rehearsing the sorts of things he might say when he's captured. How it wasn't his fault, and how Jefferson wouldn't fucking listen. But now that Jefferson would never listen to much of anything ever again, Remi supposed his excuses would fall on similarly deaf ears.
With the idiot boy slung over his back and blood coating Remi's arms, the going wasn't as difficult as Remi's frail frame suggested it should be. Through the tunnels and over various C Cans Remi carried Jefferson who seemed to be getting lighter and lighter thanks to all the blood loss.
Despite the silver chain still shackling him to the Hunter, as soon as he came into view, the control teams sent after him immediately fired canisters of tear gas to blind him, before advancing on him with kerosine and matches. The fire was unnecessary, but as soon as they laid eyes on the dead hunter it was all over. Torches were lit, and though a few of the Hunters opted for kicking Remi in the ribs (he hardly felt it), it was the presence of all that fucking fire that was his undoing. Shifting without thought, the Wendigo stretched out his disproportionately long arms to lash out at the mob forming around him. Slicing through whatever he could get his claws into just to get that fucking fire away, the smell of fresh blood had his pupils dilating dangerously.
Fuck OFF He screamed into the minds of those around him, though his demand was met only with sneers of this is for JEFFERSON.
As if any of them cared at all about the kid.
With the idiot boy slung over his back and blood coating Remi's arms, the going wasn't as difficult as Remi's frail frame suggested it should be. Through the tunnels and over various C Cans Remi carried Jefferson who seemed to be getting lighter and lighter thanks to all the blood loss.
Despite the silver chain still shackling him to the Hunter, as soon as he came into view, the control teams sent after him immediately fired canisters of tear gas to blind him, before advancing on him with kerosine and matches. The fire was unnecessary, but as soon as they laid eyes on the dead hunter it was all over. Torches were lit, and though a few of the Hunters opted for kicking Remi in the ribs (he hardly felt it), it was the presence of all that fucking fire that was his undoing. Shifting without thought, the Wendigo stretched out his disproportionately long arms to lash out at the mob forming around him. Slicing through whatever he could get his claws into just to get that fucking fire away, the smell of fresh blood had his pupils dilating dangerously.
Fuck OFF He screamed into the minds of those around him, though his demand was met only with sneers of this is for JEFFERSON.
As if any of them cared at all about the kid.
Higher and higher you chase it
It's deep in your blood, go and take it
It's deep in your blood, go and take it
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
