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Character of the Season
Once known as the Butcher of Whitebrim, he's now The Butcher of Dygra, stepping forward as the first created demigod of the Ancients. There is no question that Astaroth casts an intimidating silhouette. Tall, domineering and dangerous, if looks could kill you'd be dead already, but to get up close and personal with the Grounds' resident cannibal tells a much different story. Dripping with charm and clad in only the finest attire, Asta is a gentleman monster, as polite as they come and committed to his role as security for the Dusklight and those who have earned his loyalty. Be careful of that smile, though - those teeth are sharp.
Congratulations, Asta!
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Court of the Fallen was created in October of 2018 by Odd, Honey, and Crooked.
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The primal part of his mind which was currently in control, blocked out Vai's cry. He heard nothing but the blood in his ears and the singing of bloodlust on his tongue. His paws raked against the ground as he picked up speed, singularly intent on reaching the lantern-weilding spectra before she could-
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Roaring with pain, Vai's arrow found its way right into his right hind thigh, immediately stifling the movement of that leg. With a roar of pain and anger Remi stuttered to the left trying to bear his weight as best he could on three legs. Snarling at the huntress, the lion's drive to seek revenge was frustrated by his need to seek down the woman with the light and tear her to shreds once again. Glancing over his shoulder he could see his 'mother' standing the same distance away that she had always been, the lantern held high to cast a far-too warm and wholesome glow on her face. Snarling back towards Vai, the lion tried to take a step and found that running would now be more or less impossible.
Seizing upon this opportunity, Remi forced his will back to the forefront of their collective mind and through himself back into his own body. Collapsing awkwardly onto the ground, Remi squeezed his eyes shut as pain reverberated anew through his body. Looking down he could see Vai's arrow neatly impaled in the back of his thigh. Hissing through his teeth, the alchemist leaned backwards panting in pain, but thankful for it.
Dragging himself backwards with his hands to prop himself up against a tree, he gave Vai a weary but thankful smile. "Nice shot." He chuckled breathlessly.
remi
sometimes love is war but sometimes you win
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.