REMI
if you're not going to swim deep with me
I thought that was the point? Remi rumbles in response. He looks nearly like a contented kitten who has unravelled a giant ball of yarn and is not happily sitting in the devastation of his own making. Only it isn't yarn, but dissected corpses who, like the string, never stood a chance.
The sound Remi makes is somewhere between a growl and a hum, and it resonates elastically in the back of his throat behind rows of sharp teeth. Subconsciously his lip raises in a snarl as Ronin nears, but it's quickly smoothed away as the man within the beast clambers to the forefront. Sometimes I wish that I was more easily ... taxed, physically." Remi hardly needed sleep anymore. His muscles were almost never tired. There were few feats of physical strength he encountered in his days that were outside of his abilities. He wanted his muscles to scream and burn, and for those sensations to drag his mind back down toward rationality. But strong as he was, he could have kept going for hours, and there were not enough ramphire for that.
Glancing down at his paws, bright garnet against gold, the manticore just shakes his head. Better, though. Then he shrugs as much as a manticore can. And worse. We should take these to the docks where they can be used as bait. He adds. The way he's torn into the deer-like bodies has ruined them as far as cuts of meat go. But other predators who don't mind their meals being dead already will still eat them.
The sound Remi makes is somewhere between a growl and a hum, and it resonates elastically in the back of his throat behind rows of sharp teeth. Subconsciously his lip raises in a snarl as Ronin nears, but it's quickly smoothed away as the man within the beast clambers to the forefront. Sometimes I wish that I was more easily ... taxed, physically." Remi hardly needed sleep anymore. His muscles were almost never tired. There were few feats of physical strength he encountered in his days that were outside of his abilities. He wanted his muscles to scream and burn, and for those sensations to drag his mind back down toward rationality. But strong as he was, he could have kept going for hours, and there were not enough ramphire for that.
Glancing down at his paws, bright garnet against gold, the manticore just shakes his head. Better, though. Then he shrugs as much as a manticore can. And worse. We should take these to the docks where they can be used as bait. He adds. The way he's torn into the deer-like bodies has ruined them as far as cuts of meat go. But other predators who don't mind their meals being dead already will still eat them.
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.
