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Snow Days - Alorhea - 01-04-2019
RE: Snow Days - Remi - 01-04-2019 It was true; large feline paws did not make good snowshoes. Even so, Remi was in this form deliberately. The Woodlands had always been a place of mental stress for him, and the predatory strength that being in this lion's body gave him was as much of a balm as he was going to get. Ludo had once tried to lure him to his death in these woods, and ever since then he'd vaguely seen the outlines of a woman holding a lantern each time he'd returned. Remi did not have the mental fortitude to stand against a god if that god was bent on destroying him. He should have avoided this place all together and yet here he was. The sound of snow crunching drew the big cat's attention. Halting, Remi tilted his head slightly as his nostrils flared to take in the new scent gently wafting towards him. Female. Feline. It was strange how his mind could know such things, and yet the lion's instincts had not been wrong yet. [say]Hello?[/say] Remi mentally called out. If the feline appeared to be anything other than a cougar, it would surely be a shifter given the type of animals found within the barrier. And so, still under the false assumption that all shifters could still use telepathy (since Remi had not lost his own ability), he assumed he'd get a more or less immediate reaction.v RE: Snow Days - Alorhea - 01-04-2019
RE: Snow Days - Remi - 01-04-2019 A tiger? He'd only seen such beasts in storybooks as a child. Then again the same could be said of lions, but it wasn't as if Remi could see himself. To see the impressive and amazingly painted creature was stunning, and for a moment Remi's man-mind took hold and he simply marveled. Taking a back seat was not something his lion-instincts were want to do, and quickly he heard himself returning her greeting with a throaty rumble of his own. Curious though. Clearly she was a shifter and yet ... why did she not speak back to him? [say]Can you not speak to me in this way?[/say] Remi mentally sent with a slight tilt of his bulky skull. Then again Remi had never encountered a shifter who wasn't from Northaven. Perhaps telepathy was a gift that came from the ritual he'd performed long ago as a child? But then again, this lion's body had only appeared here. Maybe he would have to find more of his kind and experiment on just how much their abilities had changed. Two large cats trudging unsuccessfully through the snow was probably an amusing sight for anyone looking on, as was seeing one of them playfully plop down into the snow. Spinning with as much grace as he could despite how his lower half began to sink into the snow, Remi extended a paw and playfully batted towards her muzzle and the fabulously white teeth which had just been reaching for his own tail. Bright golden eyes watched her with amusement before one of his paws curled slightly to try and thrust snow her way, which subsequently sank him up to his belly. RE: Snow Days - Alorhea - 01-09-2019
RE: Snow Days - Remi - 01-11-2019 Though she hadn't replied to him, the way she pawed the snow away from her face—as well as the fact that she was here at all—had to mean she was a fellow attuned. Why she didn't want to reply to him was confusing, but eager and willing as always, the alchemist was happy to let it go. As she neared, Remi regarded her with equally intrigued bright golden eyes. Within him his predatory side twitched with agitation, wanting him to demonstrate his dominance. Instead though she raised herself up and leaned against him, Remi gave an exaggerated roar, collapsing beneath her weight as if she'd been some formidable foe and her bite had been fatal. Rolling onto his back, Remi roared, his cheeks puffing outwards, but there was no aggression in the sound. Reaching up he pawed childishly towards her face, creating a deep whining groan in the back of his throat. Hawks typically did not play, nor were they overly expressive creatures. In this form however Remi was rather enjoying the feeling of strength and easy power. RE: Snow Days - Alorhea - 01-12-2019
RE: Snow Days - Remi - 01-16-2019 Like Rhea, Remi had to wear this skin with ever increasing care. He'd almost killed Zekle, harmed Ronin and even had taken a few swipes at Vai. Most of his friends carried around a tranquilizer that Isla had given to him just in case; though weapons did work better as the healed-wound in his leg was a testament to. Watching as the female feline cleared him with grace and easy beauty, Remi rolled to the side to watch and see what she would do next. Was she planning on turning back and pouncing? Or—? Watching as she trotted forward, he heaved himself to his feet and gave a great shake of his full mane. With a proud roar he charged after her (not quite as elegantly), tail raised high for balance as his large paws tried to fan out as much as they could so as not to sink quite as much. If he was able to catch up to her, he'd throw his body against one of the trees to try and force the snow piled up on the branches to fall down upon her, dodging out of the way of the mini-avalanche if he could. RE: Snow Days - Alorhea - 01-22-2019
RE: Snow Days - Remi - 01-29-2019 With a feline grin that most would merely interpret as some sort of open-mouthed snarl, Remi watched the tigress exhale a billow of frosty air and shake his assault from her body. Had he an eyebrow to cock at that moment, he indeed would have. Indeed he had to settle for mischievously flicking the tuft on the end of his tail to and fro. Given that Remi had not been a lion long perhaps it was understandable that despite the obvious signs that she was going to pounce, he did nothing (probably not though, it was more than clear what she was planning). Indeed as her striped body lunged, Remi sort of just...stood there. Even his instincts weren't much help, as he felt no actual threat from the tigress, and of course instincts weren't there to teach you how to play. So as collided easily with Remi's bulky form, he was thrown playfully back. However rather than an amused snarl, the lion issued a pained roar. Squeezing his eyes shut (a happy coincidence, given the snow she'd just batted towards him), Remi's mouth yawned open in a loud cry of anguish as he rolled stiffly to the right, revealing a branch hidden under the snow that had been thrust into his left shoulder. The snow was suddenly blooming with red flowers of blood as a small tributary flowed from where the branch was still. With a growl, the alchemist shifted from lion to man, teeth gnashed together in pain as he took a steadying breath and opened his eyes to survey the damage. Releasing the breath he'd been holding, Remi leaned his head back against the tree he was now against and gave Rhea a wry smile. [say]"I think that means you win."[/say] He chuckled, though it was slightly strained. RE: Snow Days - Alorhea - 01-30-2019
RE: Snow Days - Remi - 02-04-2019 In Northaven there had always been some sort of strange resemblance between a shifter and their animal form. Even knowing that such was not the case here, Remi still gasped in surprise at the woman suddenly before him. [say]"It is not your fault."[/say] He said with a chuckle that quickly turned into a wince as his stomach muscles tightened around the wound. Before Remi could assure his dread-locked companion that he could conjure a piece of cloth, she'd already pulled a bit from her hair. Smiling appreciatively and trying not to shy away from the pressure of her touch, Remi nodded. [say]"Do you think you could give me a hand up?"[/say] He asked with a boyish grin, waiting for her to stand before extending a hand towards her. [say]"Would you believe me if I said this was not the first time I've been stabbed by a bit of wood and have had to limp to the medic this month?"[/say] He asked with a quick grin, before turtling his head lowering into his jacket to defend against the wind. [say]"I am Remi, by the way."[/say] |