i've been known to run just to feel the rush
Ludo's woods had been swallowed up by snow, which subsequently both silenced and amplified all the sounds therein. Remi's breath sounded like a ricochet from a whip crack in his ears, bested only by the abrasive cromch of snow beneath his knees as he knelt before his herald's shrine. Not one to come empty-handed, instead of bringing a game that he might play with Ludo, instead, Remi brought along something which might seem useful to anyone who noticed it, but that might hold a deeper significance for the raggedy god.
Small bundles of flint, kindling, and rope pulled apart to create fibres had been bound up in the hide from one of Remi's latest kills and littered around Ludo's wood. Placed in the hollows of trees as Remi was doing now, these small bundles would serve to create fire for any who found themselves lost and cold and alone.
"Our favourite time of year." Remi says under his breath, both meaning it sincerely as much as sarcastically. "Juniper and I have thoughts about what we might do to further bolster the defences of the Greatwood against the ascended." He adds.
Small bundles of flint, kindling, and rope pulled apart to create fibres had been bound up in the hide from one of Remi's latest kills and littered around Ludo's wood. Placed in the hollows of trees as Remi was doing now, these small bundles would serve to create fire for any who found themselves lost and cold and alone.
"Our favourite time of year." Remi says under his breath, both meaning it sincerely as much as sarcastically. "Juniper and I have thoughts about what we might do to further bolster the defences of the Greatwood against the ascended." He adds.
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.
