aúsi, nos paramas // & still we stand
Roaring painfully, though not with the sort of panic meant to pull at Sam's attention, the manticore snarled and snapped, fanning his wings and stamping his paws against the ground in an effort to dislodge the monster-fly-amalgamation. It would likely do little good, but in this form there was little else to be done.
Rows of shark-like teeth snapped against the choking presence in his mouth, as his poisonous tail swung back and forth as if he might wave them all away. Ahead he could vaguely see the lights of the luxere guarding the guild.
Amalia, Deimis, Kiada, Jigano— He screamed silently, the mental pulse the the words like a wave, far more vast and powerful than any other sounds he might have sent. —a net, the monster...someone, the luxere...a circle... Remi's heart, too blackened by his past now, too covered in blood as he was, was in no condition to soothe the herd of luxere. It would take Amalia perhaps, Jigano or Lily...someone without dark magic and a kind voice.
Rows of shark-like teeth snapped against the choking presence in his mouth, as his poisonous tail swung back and forth as if he might wave them all away. Ahead he could vaguely see the lights of the luxere guarding the guild.
Amalia, Deimis, Kiada, Jigano— He screamed silently, the mental pulse the the words like a wave, far more vast and powerful than any other sounds he might have sent. —a net, the monster...someone, the luxere...a circle... Remi's heart, too blackened by his past now, too covered in blood as he was, was in no condition to soothe the herd of luxere. It would take Amalia perhaps, Jigano or Lily...someone without dark magic and a kind voice.
THE
ALCHEMIST
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.
