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
As Ronin practices his stop-drop-and-roll technique from grade school (or hunter school, but in Remi's estimation those two things are about the same), he's lunging for the ass-end of the owlbear. His claws sink into the thing's thick pelt and though everything smells and feels the way it ought to, still alarm bells are blaring in the back of his mind.
Raking his claws up the creature's spine to hold it somewhere around its waist like he meant to fuck it doggy-style, Remi was unable to see the feature of the creature that would most directly answer the question of, what the fuck?
Snarling, its beak open and clicking together in Ronin's direction as if the sound might encourage the hunter to just shove his leg inside and be done with it, it looked down at the man with eyes that, while not strictly human, were certainly not bestial either. They seemed to smile with a haunting certainty that it was precisely where it wanted to be despite the wendigo trying to flay its skin from its bones.
Raking his claws up the creature's spine to hold it somewhere around its waist like he meant to fuck it doggy-style, Remi was unable to see the feature of the creature that would most directly answer the question of, what the fuck?
Snarling, its beak open and clicking together in Ronin's direction as if the sound might encourage the hunter to just shove his leg inside and be done with it, it looked down at the man with eyes that, while not strictly human, were certainly not bestial either. They seemed to smile with a haunting certainty that it was precisely where it wanted to be despite the wendigo trying to flay its skin from its bones.
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.
