sometimes love is a feather, sometimes a cannon ball
Not one for ambushes or assaults, even the alchemist knew better than to draw attention to what they were doing. This was personal, and though undoubtedly anyone who heard what had happened would be on their heels to help, Remi was cowed by his predatory nature suggesting that if he could not do this alone, better to share the kill hunt with as few as possible. And who better a hunting partner than the blighted guildmaster of the monster hunters?
Still, no small part of Remi longed to shift to something much larger and more gruesome.
The path bobbed and weaved suggesting Skylar had all but strolled casually with their daughter in his grasp. With the scent to focus on there was little time for Remi's stomach to roll and clench as it otherwise would have done. Fear gave way to adrenaline, anxiety to thick tendrils of saliva glistening off sharp white canines.
The trail led to a door, as unassuming as any other. Lifting his head and resting a paw on the woodframe, the lion sniffed at the doorknob. If Ronin needed any indication that this indeed was the place, the immediately snarl on the lion's lips should have been evidence enough. Stepping back, the alchemist eased into his own body. Immediately he felt the thunderous drumbeat on his finger, so wild and percussive it was almost distracting.
"Here." Despite having a man's lips and tongue again, Remi's voice was no less of a snarl.
Still, no small part of Remi longed to shift to something much larger and more gruesome.
The path bobbed and weaved suggesting Skylar had all but strolled casually with their daughter in his grasp. With the scent to focus on there was little time for Remi's stomach to roll and clench as it otherwise would have done. Fear gave way to adrenaline, anxiety to thick tendrils of saliva glistening off sharp white canines.
The trail led to a door, as unassuming as any other. Lifting his head and resting a paw on the woodframe, the lion sniffed at the doorknob. If Ronin needed any indication that this indeed was the place, the immediately snarl on the lion's lips should have been evidence enough. Stepping back, the alchemist eased into his own body. Immediately he felt the thunderous drumbeat on his finger, so wild and percussive it was almost distracting.
"Here." Despite having a man's lips and tongue again, Remi's voice was no less of a snarl.
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.
