For good measure, the manticore reached forward to snap at the horse's wither. Internally his predatory senses encouraged him to bite down for real, to tear away the thin pale flesh there and halt the horse permanently. Instead, Remi simply laughed and fanned his wings, rearing back slightly to let the horse loose from his grip.
A real race, mm? Raccoon vs. fox in a battle of cunning? Hawk vs. Raven in agility? Horse vs. lion in...ahh..mm. He paused. Perhaps that one would be straight speed, and knowing little objectively about either species, he honestly had no idea who would win.
Breathing hard, his muscles singing pleasantly, the alchemist flopped down in the snow creating the worst snow-angle imaginable with his hulking body.
Thank you. He thought warmly towards the bard, happy to have the snow cool him off. I needed that.
A real race, mm? Raccoon vs. fox in a battle of cunning? Hawk vs. Raven in agility? Horse vs. lion in...ahh..mm. He paused. Perhaps that one would be straight speed, and knowing little objectively about either species, he honestly had no idea who would win.
Breathing hard, his muscles singing pleasantly, the alchemist flopped down in the snow creating the worst snow-angle imaginable with his hulking body.
Thank you. He thought warmly towards the bard, happy to have the snow cool him off. I needed that.
until the lambs become lions.
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.
