REMI
Able to smell the instant metallic puff of his blood on the breeze, the Lullaby hits the porous ground with his hands outstretched and his knees instantly bloodied. His feathers are immediately darkened where they press against his sides, and for fear of Dahlia slicing them away, the Lullaby pulls them back into his body.
"It was not Ludo's hand inside of me just now." Remi snarls as he turns. Extending out a tentacle to try and grapple the thing—a woman, as it happens—before him that he might get some answers, if only because it seemed foolish to return back to Torchline with only wounds to show for his excursion to the island.
Remi tries to grapple Dahlia with a tentacle.
"It was not Ludo's hand inside of me just now." Remi snarls as he turns. Extending out a tentacle to try and grapple the thing—a woman, as it happens—before him that he might get some answers, if only because it seemed foolish to return back to Torchline with only wounds to show for his excursion to the island.
Remi tries to grapple Dahlia with a tentacle.
Who are you? They ask. Death?
Sometimes... I say. But not today
Sometimes... I say. But not today
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.
