wild in the silence; no way to make it right
Remi can't hear what the other two answer, but hearing Sera, the alchemist inwardly tenses. He's quite certain that saving is not on this creature's mind, and indeed, as it asks him if suffering is involved, Remi thinks the desired answer is probably yes.
Drawing himself up taller, Remi's wings unfurl from his back as claws extend from his fingertips. Colour begins to bleed away from his irises as shadows creep up his legs as if to claim him as their own. "I am Ludo's demigod." He replies in voice that's more of a growl; certainly he looks and sounds like the sort of creature that would make others suffer. With talons to tear through muscle and a newly-appeared tail capable of doing irreparable damage, the manticore-man does his best to appear like the sort of beast who would indeed render the sort of violence that the unknown voice seems to be wanting from him.
Remi tries to imply that yes, he would make him suffer.
Drawing himself up taller, Remi's wings unfurl from his back as claws extend from his fingertips. Colour begins to bleed away from his irises as shadows creep up his legs as if to claim him as their own. "I am Ludo's demigod." He replies in voice that's more of a growl; certainly he looks and sounds like the sort of creature that would make others suffer. With talons to tear through muscle and a newly-appeared tail capable of doing irreparable damage, the manticore-man does his best to appear like the sort of beast who would indeed render the sort of violence that the unknown voice seems to be wanting from him.
Remi tries to imply that yes, he would make him suffer.
THE ALCHEMIST
i’ve been chasin the storm of a lovesick lonely lie
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.
