the lullaby
Unable to partially shift lest he lose control of the fire around him, Remi is forced to rely on the things he's learned from the predators within himself. Slowing his breathing, the Lullaby lets his pale stare grow slack to capture any movement around him. He tries to identify the tastes and smells around him, though short of Isla having dumped a bottle of perfume on earlier that morning, his nose wasn't going to help him.
Though he'd normally ignore it, as the skin on the back of his neck begins to prickle, the Lullaby turns. Tilting his head ever so slightly, he peers almost directly at Isla; the shadowplay of light and darkness obscures her features enough that through the haze of fire around him he can't make quite make her out, and yet...?
Turning with as much precision as any ambush predator, Remi begins to walk in the direction he'd just come from, his eyes fixed on a particular blemish in the undergrowth.
Though he'd normally ignore it, as the skin on the back of his neck begins to prickle, the Lullaby turns. Tilting his head ever so slightly, he peers almost directly at Isla; the shadowplay of light and darkness obscures her features enough that through the haze of fire around him he can't make quite make her out, and yet...?
Turning with as much precision as any ambush predator, Remi begins to walk in the direction he'd just come from, his eyes fixed on a particular blemish in the undergrowth.
Every shade of hurt you know
From the deep blue to the marigold
It's gonna make sense someday lookin' back
From the deep blue to the marigold
It's gonna make sense someday lookin' back
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.
