i wish i could say that i am a light that never goes out
Ronin's burst of celestial water coats both manticore and tiger alike, and both yowl their own individual snarls of displeasure. Instinctively his tawny pelt tries to shake off the water, but bound as he is, it's difficult to do anything other than flail in the grip of the veins.
With a seething gaze still fastened on the tiger, Remi offers it a warning snarl before catching the scent of the she-beast on the breeze. Whatever his preferences are in the body of a man, his more beastial and primitive nature hold no such fixations upon the male form. He can feel something hot coiling in his loins as the scent continues to weave around him, and were it not for the vines holding him in place, he might have trotted off into the jungle after the scent, as surely Frey intended the tiger to do.
There's...an..ot..h.." He tries to think to Ronin through the haze. Biting down hard on his tongue to free his mind, Remi shifts into his own body again where his nose is far too weak to pick up on the aroma. Hopefully free of the vines now that he's much smaller and of a different proportion, the Alchemist holds up a warning hand to the group. "There's another in the trees. A female. Perhaps this one is merely protecting her." Or perhaps he might literally fuck off as perhaps Frey wanted. "Once it can move again, perhaps it will go." I certainly wanted to, going unsaid to everyone save for perhaps Ronin, who might feel the shivery sense of arousal which had come over him.
Remi shifts back to his human form to hopefully? get himself out of the vines. He lets the group know there's another female tiger in the trees.
With a seething gaze still fastened on the tiger, Remi offers it a warning snarl before catching the scent of the she-beast on the breeze. Whatever his preferences are in the body of a man, his more beastial and primitive nature hold no such fixations upon the male form. He can feel something hot coiling in his loins as the scent continues to weave around him, and were it not for the vines holding him in place, he might have trotted off into the jungle after the scent, as surely Frey intended the tiger to do.
There's...an..ot..h.." He tries to think to Ronin through the haze. Biting down hard on his tongue to free his mind, Remi shifts into his own body again where his nose is far too weak to pick up on the aroma. Hopefully free of the vines now that he's much smaller and of a different proportion, the Alchemist holds up a warning hand to the group. "There's another in the trees. A female. Perhaps this one is merely protecting her." Or perhaps he might literally fuck off as perhaps Frey wanted. "Once it can move again, perhaps it will go." I certainly wanted to, going unsaid to everyone save for perhaps Ronin, who might feel the shivery sense of arousal which had come over him.
Remi shifts back to his human form to hopefully? get himself out of the vines. He lets the group know there's another female tiger in the trees.
but I f l i c k e r
from time to time
REMI
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.
