REMI
if you're not going to swim deep with me
Say what you will about Ronin’s antics, it takes a special breed of man to climb naked into a tree. Surely there will be lots of sore spots for Remi to kiss better later, though. So the alchemist hopes, anyway.
Waiting a minute and not a second more, Remi rises from the grass. Rather than continuing naked though, feathers and fur envelope his body as each step becomes larger than the last. Fully shifted, the manticore pauses with his nose upturned in the air and his ears forward. Ronin’s scent is like a taut string amidst the tangled yarn of the Greatwood. He shines red and gold whereas everything else is coloured in greens and browns. There are other smells Remi might follow—Faidh, he thinks, has been about recently—but right now he has a nose only for one man.
Where oh where could my husband be. He’s so clever, I am sure I will never find him. Remi thinks loudly and dramatically, finding Ronin’s tree almost right away, not only for the smell of his husband, but the bark kicked loose during his scramble up and the disturbed moss and dirt at the base of the tree.
Perhaps I shall just rest here and have a think about where he could be.. With that, the manticore heaves himself against the base of the tree meaning to cause the upper limbs to sway back and forth, all while pantomiming a beast trying to get comfortable.
Waiting a minute and not a second more, Remi rises from the grass. Rather than continuing naked though, feathers and fur envelope his body as each step becomes larger than the last. Fully shifted, the manticore pauses with his nose upturned in the air and his ears forward. Ronin’s scent is like a taut string amidst the tangled yarn of the Greatwood. He shines red and gold whereas everything else is coloured in greens and browns. There are other smells Remi might follow—Faidh, he thinks, has been about recently—but right now he has a nose only for one man.
Where oh where could my husband be. He’s so clever, I am sure I will never find him. Remi thinks loudly and dramatically, finding Ronin’s tree almost right away, not only for the smell of his husband, but the bark kicked loose during his scramble up and the disturbed moss and dirt at the base of the tree.
Perhaps I shall just rest here and have a think about where he could be.. With that, the manticore heaves himself against the base of the tree meaning to cause the upper limbs to sway back and forth, all while pantomiming a beast trying to get comfortable.
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.
