we are like birds of a feather, we are two hearts thrown together
It's interesting to hear such rationality from the mind of a man covered in blood, whose fingers are buried against the fur of his fresh kill to hold it still as it dies. There will. The hawk agrees, though his mental voice is tinged with something suggestive and dark. Things larger too. Things that do not die quite so quickly. He murmurs, and had he cheeks capable of blushing, they would have looked as though they'd been circled with blood.
It can feel better, yet. Remi adds almost hoarsely. A deer was a quick kill, an easy thing to bring down once its feet were out from beneath it. Perhaps one day we can hunt the ursurs in Halo..perhaps even the dragons in the Cordillera.
It can feel better, yet. Remi adds almost hoarsely. A deer was a quick kill, an easy thing to bring down once its feet were out from beneath it. Perhaps one day we can hunt the ursurs in Halo..perhaps even the dragons in the Cordillera.
THE ALCHEMIST
we will be forever as one, my brother under the sun
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.
