only one only one.
As soon as Ronin ran, the alchemist followed.
Remi's change was far more fluid, the lion shift taking over with swift elegance. Had the hunter been used to the body he found himself in (and not on the sand), he'd have had a fighting chance. As it was, those hooves would do him little good, nor would the relatively straight line he took.
As the lion ran, his eyes were locked upon the luxere's hindquarters, his muscles precisely tuned to calibrate for any divergence in the path the bolting stag was taking. Unable to help it—the mind of the loving and adoring husband of Ronin was far away, somewhere dark and thoroughly swamped by instincts—the lion lunged with paws outstretched.
This was of course when Ronin finally managed to regain his humanity, falling to quite human knees. Twisting in the air as cats are wont to do, Remi roared a sound of warning, trying to avoid fully colliding with his partner. Shifting with about as much grace as Ronin had this time around, Remi landed in the water, on his hands and knees. Facedown, curls still more mane than hair, the alchemist panted wildly as his senses and instincts whirled with unhappy discontent inside of his chest.
"...Ronin..!" He managed after a moment, looking up and squinting, relieved not to see the telltale glow of the luxere's antlers any longer.
Remi's change was far more fluid, the lion shift taking over with swift elegance. Had the hunter been used to the body he found himself in (and not on the sand), he'd have had a fighting chance. As it was, those hooves would do him little good, nor would the relatively straight line he took.
As the lion ran, his eyes were locked upon the luxere's hindquarters, his muscles precisely tuned to calibrate for any divergence in the path the bolting stag was taking. Unable to help it—the mind of the loving and adoring husband of Ronin was far away, somewhere dark and thoroughly swamped by instincts—the lion lunged with paws outstretched.
This was of course when Ronin finally managed to regain his humanity, falling to quite human knees. Twisting in the air as cats are wont to do, Remi roared a sound of warning, trying to avoid fully colliding with his partner. Shifting with about as much grace as Ronin had this time around, Remi landed in the water, on his hands and knees. Facedown, curls still more mane than hair, the alchemist panted wildly as his senses and instincts whirled with unhappy discontent inside of his chest.
"...Ronin..!" He managed after a moment, looking up and squinting, relieved not to see the telltale glow of the luxere's antlers any longer.
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.
