cut our teeth and make our bones right here
Remi Taliesin
the Bastion


Age: 31 | Height: 5'11 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Torchline
Level: 15 - Strg: 70 - Dext: 65 - Endr: 101 - Luck: 100 - Int: 3
ORIA - Mythical - Spriggan (Ghost)
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Remi
Welcome to the wild, no heroes and villains
Welcome to the war, we've only begun
"Ahh." Remi murmurs, and were he able, he'd have waved his hand to indicate that it was no big deal. "Stabbing is..basically just..a monster's way...of saying..hello." Though the Wendigo isn't sure what he expects to happen next, (maybe Ronin leaves him to die, maybe there's a cashew of healing light in his pocket, maybe this is all a bad dream), he takes the hunter's suggestion in stride. Leaning his cheek onto his shoulder and closing his eyes while he considers, Remi weighs the options before looking down at his wound.

Exhaling hard enough to make his lips roll against one another, he closes one eye and gives the hunter a quizzical look. "What do you mean you need not to be eaten tonight?" He wants to know, suddenly smirking. "Does that mean there is a time you can be eaten?" This particular brand of deadly humour would have the morons back at the facility reaching for their silver, but Remi only grins.

"If I go after that herd there won't be a single stag in the area who won't have fled." He reasons, his voice already much more stable than it had been. "Just toss the chains on, yank the knife out, and I'll let you know when the urge to kill you passes."
Higher and higher you chase it
It's deep in your blood, go and take it
Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
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RE: cut our teeth and make our bones right here - by Remi - 05-04-2023, 08:30 PM

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