Snow Days

With a feline grin that most would merely interpret as some sort of open-mouthed snarl, Remi watched the tigress exhale a billow of frosty air and shake his assault from her body. Had he an eyebrow to cock at that moment, he indeed would have. Indeed he had to settle for mischievously flicking the tuft on the end of his tail to and fro. Given that Remi had not been a lion long perhaps it was understandable that despite the obvious signs that she was going to pounce, he did nothing (probably not though, it was more than clear what she was planning). Indeed as her striped body lunged, Remi sort of just...stood there. Even his instincts weren't much help, as he felt no actual threat from the tigress, and of course instincts weren't there to teach you how to play. So as collided easily with Remi's bulky form, he was thrown playfully back. However rather than an amused snarl, the lion issued a pained roar. Squeezing his eyes shut (a happy coincidence, given the snow she'd just batted towards him), Remi's mouth yawned open in a loud cry of anguish as he rolled stiffly to the right, revealing a branch hidden under the snow that had been thrust into his left shoulder. The snow was suddenly blooming with red flowers of blood as a small tributary flowed from where the branch was still. With a growl, the alchemist shifted from lion to man, teeth gnashed together in pain as he took a steadying breath and opened his eyes to survey the damage. Releasing the breath he'd been holding, Remi leaned his head back against the tree he was now against and gave Rhea a wry smile. "I think that means you win." He chuckled, though it was slightly strained. REMI It's not a silly little moment, it's not the storm before the calm This is the deep and dyin' breath of this love we've been workin' on