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
Though the shift from Wendigo back to human doesn't take too long, the lingering effects of fully embracing his more murdery side are not so easily shaken. For a moment all Remi can do is stand stiffly on the riverbank, hands fixed in a claw shape and his ribcage expanded outwards like he was trying to extend phantom wings. The lingering scent of the deer is so palpable, swirling around Ronin and mixing with the hunter's own distinctive smell that the wendigo has to look away for a moment. It's lucky he does too, because just then he might not have taken too kindly to having Ronin's eyes rove up and down his body in that way.
After a moment and an intentionally slow exhale, Remi shakes his shoulders loose and scrubs his fingertips roughly through his hair. "Can't your people make me...I don't know, some special clothing? Something stretchy, maybe." He suggests, though the image that comes to him is one of SuuSsssAn making him a spandex lime-green outfit with hearts and stars on it, and suddenly he thinks being mostly naked isn't so bad.
Tightening the arms of his jacket around his neck in an effort to keep the garment in place rather than to ward off the chill, Remi suddenly tilts his head to the side. All Ronin might hear, especially with his hearing the way it was these days, was the cool shhhhh of the water and the muffled way that the snow seemed to dampen the sound of his own breath. For the Wendigo though, amidst the scattered sounds of life he could hear something large lumbering in their direction. It was the mostly-not-aggressive thing he'd picked up on from before, though the flight of the deer had stirred its instincts enough that it was moving faster than the wendigo would have expected.
"We're going to have company if we stick around here." He mutters, glancing over his shoulder to Ronin before raising an eyebrow.
After a moment and an intentionally slow exhale, Remi shakes his shoulders loose and scrubs his fingertips roughly through his hair. "Can't your people make me...I don't know, some special clothing? Something stretchy, maybe." He suggests, though the image that comes to him is one of SuuSsssAn making him a spandex lime-green outfit with hearts and stars on it, and suddenly he thinks being mostly naked isn't so bad.
Tightening the arms of his jacket around his neck in an effort to keep the garment in place rather than to ward off the chill, Remi suddenly tilts his head to the side. All Ronin might hear, especially with his hearing the way it was these days, was the cool shhhhh of the water and the muffled way that the snow seemed to dampen the sound of his own breath. For the Wendigo though, amidst the scattered sounds of life he could hear something large lumbering in their direction. It was the mostly-not-aggressive thing he'd picked up on from before, though the flight of the deer had stirred its instincts enough that it was moving faster than the wendigo would have expected.
"We're going to have company if we stick around here." He mutters, glancing over his shoulder to Ronin before raising an eyebrow.
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.
