REMI
As soon as Remi feels Maea settle—knees locked in tight, fingers buried deep in his mane—he waits just long enough for her nod before surging forward.
The earth thunders beneath his paws for only a handful of strides before he launches clean off the ground. There’s no need to posture or feint; Maea had asked for high, and he’s never been one to half-deliver on a dare. His wings snap open with a crack of wind, broad and golden, and in a single mighty stroke he lifts them skyward. The cheers from the stands fade under the roar of wind as they rise, sharp and fast, his body arcing like a tossed stone through the air.
Then, without warning, he twists. Up becomes down and down becomes a blur as the pixiu rolls into a tight loop, feathered wings cutting the sky in a perfect circle. The shift in gravity is clean but disorienting, and though he holds nothing back, Remi moves with control—flinging her toward the edge of chaos, but never quite letting her fall.
Remi takes off and does a loop in the sky!
Colt
The earth thunders beneath his paws for only a handful of strides before he launches clean off the ground. There’s no need to posture or feint; Maea had asked for high, and he’s never been one to half-deliver on a dare. His wings snap open with a crack of wind, broad and golden, and in a single mighty stroke he lifts them skyward. The cheers from the stands fade under the roar of wind as they rise, sharp and fast, his body arcing like a tossed stone through the air.
Then, without warning, he twists. Up becomes down and down becomes a blur as the pixiu rolls into a tight loop, feathered wings cutting the sky in a perfect circle. The shift in gravity is clean but disorienting, and though he holds nothing back, Remi moves with control—flinging her toward the edge of chaos, but never quite letting her fall.
Remi takes off and does a loop in the sky!
Colt
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.
