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
Do wendigo dream of skeletal sheep?
It's a tricky thing, setting the bones of a wendigo as Isla's team has come to learn. So quickly do Remi's tendons and muscles try and knit themselves back together, that the doctors have only minutes to get his bones back into their correct spots. The result? Nearly every bone in Remi's body has had to be re-broken multiple times in an effort to keep things where they should be. Once, Isla even made one of the interns hold Remi's femur in place with his own hands for the better part of an hour to ensure it wouldn't move. Was this not such a thoroughly fucked up situation the doctors might have been able to practice upon Remi, given how fully sedated he was. Thanks to Isla though, there was absolutely no fuckery to be had where the wendigo was concerned.
The last thing Remi could recall had been the utter restfulness that had settled over his broken body. The things that hurt did so from such a distance that he hardly noticed. The sounds of the sirens faded into a lullaby, and as the shards of silver were released, the resulting pain was like the click of his leash being removed.
He was free, and free, and free, and
One might wonder what it's like to come back from the brink of death, and were you to ask Remi once he was in a more conscious state, he'd describe it like this: imagine taking a nap, and waking up without any reference to how long you'd been asleep. Had it been hours? days? were you in the same position you'd fallen asleep in? were you hungry? too warm? did you even feel rested?
So it was that as the drugs were gradually reduced, Remi's mind grappled, unhappily as you might imagine, with these questions.
It's a tricky thing, setting the bones of a wendigo as Isla's team has come to learn. So quickly do Remi's tendons and muscles try and knit themselves back together, that the doctors have only minutes to get his bones back into their correct spots. The result? Nearly every bone in Remi's body has had to be re-broken multiple times in an effort to keep things where they should be. Once, Isla even made one of the interns hold Remi's femur in place with his own hands for the better part of an hour to ensure it wouldn't move. Was this not such a thoroughly fucked up situation the doctors might have been able to practice upon Remi, given how fully sedated he was. Thanks to Isla though, there was absolutely no fuckery to be had where the wendigo was concerned.
The last thing Remi could recall had been the utter restfulness that had settled over his broken body. The things that hurt did so from such a distance that he hardly noticed. The sounds of the sirens faded into a lullaby, and as the shards of silver were released, the resulting pain was like the click of his leash being removed.
He was free, and free, and free, and
One might wonder what it's like to come back from the brink of death, and were you to ask Remi once he was in a more conscious state, he'd describe it like this: imagine taking a nap, and waking up without any reference to how long you'd been asleep. Had it been hours? days? were you in the same position you'd fallen asleep in? were you hungry? too warm? did you even feel rested?
So it was that as the drugs were gradually reduced, Remi's mind grappled, unhappily as you might imagine, with these questions.
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.
