REMI
if you're not going to swim deep with me
As Ronin overtakes him, the urge to give chase is nearly overwhelming for a moment. The Alchemist has to actively dampen his senses and remind his non-predatory brain that Ronin is not here to steal his kill. And even should he be, Remi is not a lone hunter. He is not even alone.
So instead of racing into the underbrush, large and unwieldy as this body is, the manticore instead drops his shoulders, his tail curled into a tight loop over his hindquarters. His ears are forward, wings pinned tightly against his sides, as he exhales a breath through open jaws, listening intently into the darkness. For a moment all he can hear is rain and thunder. But as light sparks brightly before him, the tempo of the rain increases; the ramphire's hoofbeats start out as faraway drumbeats before surging frenetically from the sounds of the downpour.
Remi waits, and waits, and waits..though he is strong and fast enough to give chase. Even without his magic the herd is no match, but he bides his time. The first few leap over him, lowered as he is in the shrubbery. Suddenly though he rises up, wings unfurled and jaws agape much to the dismay of the terrified creatures that collide with his broad chest. Roaring loudly, the need for stealth utterly gone now, Remi's large paws pluck a ramphire from the air as one tries to leap over him. It is brought down easily, his claws flaying shoulder-muscle from bone as it crashes braying into the mud. Another mistakes his head for a rock and quickly meets rows of shark teeth for its error. Blood fills Remi's mouth and soon he's lost to it.
The world has melted into copper and crimson. His claws and teeth move like a knife through butter, slitting throats and halting the charge of many ramphire. Lost to instinct, the manticore twists in the air, a ballet composed for one. It is a tragedy, you will come to understand if you watch long enough. Though eventually, the bloodlust dims and frantic muscles are weighed down by exertion, the predator is never satisfied. He is merely backed into a cage with his trophies. Should Ronin find him, it will be to see the manticore drenched in blood from the shoulders forward, a myriad of bodies scattered around him, with his jaws hidden in the ribcage of a ramphire.
So instead of racing into the underbrush, large and unwieldy as this body is, the manticore instead drops his shoulders, his tail curled into a tight loop over his hindquarters. His ears are forward, wings pinned tightly against his sides, as he exhales a breath through open jaws, listening intently into the darkness. For a moment all he can hear is rain and thunder. But as light sparks brightly before him, the tempo of the rain increases; the ramphire's hoofbeats start out as faraway drumbeats before surging frenetically from the sounds of the downpour.
Remi waits, and waits, and waits..though he is strong and fast enough to give chase. Even without his magic the herd is no match, but he bides his time. The first few leap over him, lowered as he is in the shrubbery. Suddenly though he rises up, wings unfurled and jaws agape much to the dismay of the terrified creatures that collide with his broad chest. Roaring loudly, the need for stealth utterly gone now, Remi's large paws pluck a ramphire from the air as one tries to leap over him. It is brought down easily, his claws flaying shoulder-muscle from bone as it crashes braying into the mud. Another mistakes his head for a rock and quickly meets rows of shark teeth for its error. Blood fills Remi's mouth and soon he's lost to it.
The world has melted into copper and crimson. His claws and teeth move like a knife through butter, slitting throats and halting the charge of many ramphire. Lost to instinct, the manticore twists in the air, a ballet composed for one. It is a tragedy, you will come to understand if you watch long enough. Though eventually, the bloodlust dims and frantic muscles are weighed down by exertion, the predator is never satisfied. He is merely backed into a cage with his trophies. Should Ronin find him, it will be to see the manticore drenched in blood from the shoulders forward, a myriad of bodies scattered around him, with his jaws hidden in the ribcage of a ramphire.
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.
