REMI
Remi finds Maea easily, even in the swell of the crowd—the pale hair, the way she holds herself like the eye of a snowstorm. The arena hums with laughter and anticipation, boots stomping and music drifting through the sun-heavy air, but Maea is stillness amidst it all. He weaves through spectators with the quiet confidence of someone who doesn’t need to announce his presence to be felt, the corners of his mouth already lifting. When he reaches her, he smiles fully, something warm and familiar flickering in his sea-glass eyes.
"Well, I'm ready to embarrass myself for the sake of entertainment, how about you?" he murmurs fondly, the words gentle and teasing all at once, before stepping back.
Without further ceremony, Remi shifts. The change ripples through him smoothly—his body surging forward and down, muscle reshaping, golden light tracing the arc of transformation until the man is gone and in his place stands something wildly different. The pixiu gleams in the sunlight—fur the colour of sun-warmed sand, mane tousled and thick, eyes still sea-glass green but ringed in leonine amber. Broad wings unfurl from his shoulders in a stretch of tawny feathers, ruffling slightly in the breeze before tucking in close again.
He lowers himself into a crouch, heavy paws steady against the packed earth, wings dipping so the slope of his back is easier to reach. His massive head tips toward her in something like a nod, the tip of his tail flicking once behind him.
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"Well, I'm ready to embarrass myself for the sake of entertainment, how about you?" he murmurs fondly, the words gentle and teasing all at once, before stepping back.
Without further ceremony, Remi shifts. The change ripples through him smoothly—his body surging forward and down, muscle reshaping, golden light tracing the arc of transformation until the man is gone and in his place stands something wildly different. The pixiu gleams in the sunlight—fur the colour of sun-warmed sand, mane tousled and thick, eyes still sea-glass green but ringed in leonine amber. Broad wings unfurl from his shoulders in a stretch of tawny feathers, ruffling slightly in the breeze before tucking in close again.
He lowers himself into a crouch, heavy paws steady against the packed earth, wings dipping so the slope of his back is easier to reach. His massive head tips toward her in something like a nod, the tip of his tail flicking once behind him.
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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.
