and it rains, and rains, and rains

REMI

if you're not going to swim deep with me

Hawks are not the predators that lions are, and lions aren't the predators that manticores are. With each increase in what lurks within, Remi's anger and rage has similarly grown. He's never actually taken note of it before and certainly isn't doing so now, but there's probably a correlation there, should anyone care to tease it out. For now however he's entirely given in to it.

So it is that as Ronin appears, or seems to at least, Remi is helpless to resist the way he bristles at the other man's approach. His muscles ripple beneath his golden pelt as his ears pin against his skull, pale green eyes dull with a flat sort of hunger. Ronin will see the way it takes a few moments for his words to sink into the monster's skull, for them to be heard by the mind capable of understanding them. Blinking slowly the manticore relaxes, the snarl on his lips fading away

Not sure my appetite is capable of being spoiled. He replies, the words dark and heavily accented. Sitting down with his deadly tail curled around his paws, the manticore regards the man before him. Not when I'm like this. He adds with a lazy flick of an ear.

get out of my waters

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