Ronin
welcome to the playground, follow me
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
If Remi can still hear Ronin's heart, he'll notice it spin from hummingbird quick to the methodical beat of a funeral procession in mere moments - as soon as the shapechanger turns to him, funnily enough. He's holding it tight in the lasso, for what little effect it seems to be having, and while the urge to ignore it and circle around towards Remi is strong (he doesn't think he's ever heard the wendigo wail like that), he has no doubt that the danger level here might still ramp up.
"Spit it out, then," he hisses instead, tilting his chin up and scowling at the shapechanger. "And speak up, would you? I'm hard of hearing." Because what's a life or death situation without a cheeky little joke thrown in, hey?
"Spit it out, then," he hisses instead, tilting his chin up and scowling at the shapechanger. "And speak up, would you? I'm hard of hearing." Because what's a life or death situation without a cheeky little joke thrown in, hey?
sink into the wasteland underneath
stay for the night, I'll sell you a dream
stay for the night, I'll sell you a dream