REMI
if you're not going to swim deep with me
The imagery was hard to focus on in the darkness, with chaotic thoughts of death and righteous anger vying for space in Remi's mind. Even so, he shivered slightly at the vastness of the desert, the sea of red sands. It was almost impossible to imagine, even when it flickered behind his eyes, and he pulsed a shaky pang of appreciation towards Deimos.
Picking up Cera's body gently and with the reverence it deserved, Remi felt a familiar jagged line of fire down the back of his legs as he leaped into the air. Snarling and trying to keep the roar in his chest to an absolute minimum, he flapped his mighty wings to try and gain as much altitude as he could even as the monster's continued to bite and claw at him, all while hugging the lifeless body of the once-oracle to his chest.
Picking up Cera's body gently and with the reverence it deserved, Remi felt a familiar jagged line of fire down the back of his legs as he leaped into the air. Snarling and trying to keep the roar in his chest to an absolute minimum, he flapped his mighty wings to try and gain as much altitude as he could even as the monster's continued to bite and claw at him, all while hugging the lifeless body of the once-oracle to his chest.
get out of my waters
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.
