where the wild things are

hope keeps us breathing, just to kill us in the end

Oh come on. That was meant to be an easy one. Remi protests as the illusion disappears, leaving just the duplicate standing amidst the trees with his arms folded. The real Remi is still aiming to stay behind Ronin, where a simple touch of his tail will render the dragon utterly harmless. We both know I did not enjoy that. Remi says, of his time with Maeve. And it was clearly an illusion. He adds with a mental roll of his eyes, having expected Ronin to see through this obvious poke at his emotions far more easily.

Perhaps it was time to see how Ronin faired with another of his senses being toyed with.

Replacing the bathtub and naked Madame are now a pair of lions, having torn into a luxere. One lion has its jaws around the creature's throat while the other is bloodying her muzzle deep within its belly. The light from its antlers is slowly going out as more and more blood pours from its neck. The smell of death and fresh meat is bright and tangible in the air as the lions, one with green eyes and the other with blue, gorge themselves on their feast.