we are like birds of a feather, we are two hearts thrown together
The rustle of the cracker pack is Remi’s undoing.
For all his smug posturing, the bandit king has always had a particular weakness for snacks, especially in this shift—and the sound hits his ears like a siren’s song. Above, the raccoon stills, head cocked. Below, Ronin lounges, all innocence and crumbs, pretending not to notice the way the forest goes quiet again.
Then—nothing. No chitter. No leaf-disturbing scamper. Just a whisper of wind and a sharp snap of wings as Remi drops from the canopy in hawk form, a streak of white and gold cutting through the air. The dive is fast and silent, talons tucked neatly as he arrows down toward his husband’s lap with precision that would make any predator proud.
He doesn’t go for flesh or cheek or face; he goes for the bag.
With a flash of feathers and the faintest rustle of wind, Remi snatches at the pack of crackers with his beak and jerks hard, trying to tear it free from Ronin’s grip before banking into a sharp turn, wings beating furiously to gain altitude with his spoils.
For all his smug posturing, the bandit king has always had a particular weakness for snacks, especially in this shift—and the sound hits his ears like a siren’s song. Above, the raccoon stills, head cocked. Below, Ronin lounges, all innocence and crumbs, pretending not to notice the way the forest goes quiet again.
Then—nothing. No chitter. No leaf-disturbing scamper. Just a whisper of wind and a sharp snap of wings as Remi drops from the canopy in hawk form, a streak of white and gold cutting through the air. The dive is fast and silent, talons tucked neatly as he arrows down toward his husband’s lap with precision that would make any predator proud.
He doesn’t go for flesh or cheek or face; he goes for the bag.
With a flash of feathers and the faintest rustle of wind, Remi snatches at the pack of crackers with his beak and jerks hard, trying to tear it free from Ronin’s grip before banking into a sharp turn, wings beating furiously to gain altitude with his spoils.
THE BASTION
we will be forever as one, my brother under the sun
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.
