quarter past midnight

R E M I "That is lovely...I will be sure to look for it next time I am at the sanctuary." He mumbles, but his teeth are clenched far too tightly for the words to come out as softly as he means them to. Remi has never been particularly good with anger. For a long, long time it simply wasn't the sort of emotion that he felt often. Now in Caido he did feel it, uncomfortably and in waves. It brought out a predatory side of himself that he was only beginning to cope with, and without realizing it, tawny bits of mane scattered down his neck as his fingernails stretched into long and serrated claws. "Zariah did what?" Oh, he shouldn't have been surprised, given everything he knew of the Launceleyns, but gods, was there no limit to the absurd things that family would do? Even now, here, in this world so absolutely different from the one they had come from?