lay a whisper on my pillow, leave the winter on the ground
Oh, you think he's going to be afraid of a ram? Though Remi can't see what's behind him, he can see the way the world has developed a warm reddish hue from the fire. Funny how the ram keeps burning, but he supposes that Safrin isn't the sort to let a little something like a monsoon rain on her parade. Or Ronin's, by extension. Lunging forward and looking as though he's diving into the air, Remi's wings beat down and instantly his feet rise off of the sand. The charging ram will have to grow wings as he has done, should it want to follow.
"Pick on someone your own size." Remi calls in a childish voice from the air as a ghostly lion appears from the darkness. It roars, charging towards the ram with ghostly jaws parted. Looking now like some over-sexualized version of the valentines angel (given that he's winged and only in his underwear), Remi darts towards Ronin and his cloud, his wings having to beat more often given the downpour. "And you can pick on me." He taunts, and, unsure precisely what will happen, tries to fly close enough to Ronin to kick at his cloud.
"Pick on someone your own size." Remi calls in a childish voice from the air as a ghostly lion appears from the darkness. It roars, charging towards the ram with ghostly jaws parted. Looking now like some over-sexualized version of the valentines angel (given that he's winged and only in his underwear), Remi darts towards Ronin and his cloud, his wings having to beat more often given the downpour. "And you can pick on me." He taunts, and, unsure precisely what will happen, tries to fly close enough to Ronin to kick at his cloud.
THE ALCHEMIST
i wake up lonely, this air of silence, in the bedroom and all around
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.
