REMI
if you're not going to swim deep with me
Remi's mental pleas had stopped, for he hadn't the mental capacity to do anything more than breathe through the enormity of pain. If he knew at all what it was like to be thousands of feet below the sea, crushed by the colossal pressure of it all, he might say the pain was something like that. Deafening. Total. He was pure instinct now, flying towards the light, not knowing if it was salvation or the proverbial light at the end of the tunnel.
From the darkness the manticore came, with an impaled and nearly unconscious Rex, and a wounded Sam. His landing was anything but graceful, and as soon as his paws touched the ground all will-power and strength entirely disappeared as he collapsed into the snow amidst the ring of luxere. Shifting back without thought (leaving Rex and Sam to fend for themselves now that they were in the safety of the light), the alchemist lay prone on the ground. His back was a patchwork of black lines, ribs and muscles bleeding and twitching in the warm luxere light. As shock set in, Remi raised his head, lashes fluttered over dazed eyes. "Rex...Sam..." He murmured weakly, trying to pull himself up with his arm and entirely failing to do so.
With a calmness afforded to her by years of tending to the wounded and dying on battle fields, Isla appears. There is concern in her pebble-blue stare, but no panic. She glances around for Zuriel, her counterpart in this, before setting to work.
From the darkness the manticore came, with an impaled and nearly unconscious Rex, and a wounded Sam. His landing was anything but graceful, and as soon as his paws touched the ground all will-power and strength entirely disappeared as he collapsed into the snow amidst the ring of luxere. Shifting back without thought (leaving Rex and Sam to fend for themselves now that they were in the safety of the light), the alchemist lay prone on the ground. His back was a patchwork of black lines, ribs and muscles bleeding and twitching in the warm luxere light. As shock set in, Remi raised his head, lashes fluttered over dazed eyes. "Rex...Sam..." He murmured weakly, trying to pull himself up with his arm and entirely failing to do so.
With a calmness afforded to her by years of tending to the wounded and dying on battle fields, Isla appears. There is concern in her pebble-blue stare, but no panic. She glances around for Zuriel, her counterpart in this, before setting to work.
get out of my waters
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.
