Weird First Impressions
celxcnu:
Well he knew what side of the toast this one butter on…
“First off half-breed, you’re the one who wanted me to contact you!” Shinwoo’s voice mumbled grumpily around a Greyhound muzzle full of Kimbap from the shadows of a tree he sat beneath. The run over as the fastest mortal canine he knew of had made him hungry and he saw no reason if he had to fight that it be on an empty stomach. Swallowing loudly he added. “Secondly you’re as shitty at following directions as you are at keeping your hands and mouth to yourself I see.”
He lifted his long snout gesturing to crew of fairies haloing the Nephilim, eyes flashing hellspawn red briefly. Honestly he didn’t blame the halfling, if he had some “imps” like those, he would have probably brought them along too. He maybe should have brought a few mortal strays to pack up with just to even the olds, but mortal canines were as fragile as their human counterparts and besides he rather just work alone if it came to that–less bodies to bury.
“As for trust? I don’t need nor want it you Angel Bastard. We’re natural enemies you and an I–know that! However, I never seen too many of your kind up close. I’ll admit…I…am curious.” That part was true. Hounds specialized in assassinating humans (and anyone that pissed off the wrong demon master). Seraphs never made demon deals so there wasn’t usually any reason to deal with them, besides in the Hordes eyes–that might just be a waste of a hound. Still this one wasn’t just some random divine spawn he wanted a sniff of–this one hadkissed him! Even as a greyhound he could still feel those lips and that tongue and was damn glad he was in a low dog form so the fact that he kept glancing at the halflings mouth wouldn’t be so obvious. How many people has he kissed with those things anyway, I wonder? “I wanted to see why my kind fears yours to some extent–when to me you’re all just annoying. You probably more so than most…“
Shinwoo tilted his sleek doggie head giving the Nephilim a good once over. Now that he was getting a good look at this “divine” halfling he felt a lot better. The “angel bastard” acted human, smelled human-ish and he even talked like a human. Already going on and on about bullshit like tracing and taking him out with equipment. As if any of that shit would work on hellspawn. It was almost cute, his arrogance. Now that their faces weren’t mashed together Shinwoo could think about him with less rage and assess him clearly.
Being completely sober probably helped too…
“This is not a social calling though half-breed. We have an accord you and I, do we not? You asked to see me and so you’re seeing.” Shinwoo even stood up and stepped slowly into the light revealing his long-legged, smooth-coated red brindled hide. It’s not like this half-caste angel would know him again from any other stray in the street, which was why he had purposely not appeared as his usual Spitz form. He didn’t expect to see this Nephilim again but one never could be too careful and besides Seoul was a small place, especially if you were big, white, fluffy and usually had a little human girl on your back.
“Also, I believe your earlier question of the night has also been answered as well–yes, I am a “dog” as you so eloquently put it. Canis Inferni to be exact, a Baghest, but your human lineage probably refers to us as “Hellhounds” or “Demon Dogs”. Now you will keep your end of the deal. A name. Yours, you will tell it to me.Now!”
There are so many things in the world that get under Yoohwan’s skin. So many pet peeves that possibly six hands wasn’t enough to illustrate. Yoohwan, although in doubt, came all the way to a mountain, without back up, without ways to communicate himself, just to hear the other simply wanted a name. On top of that, the demon wasn’t even in his human form. Who the fuck came to see a damn dog?
As soon as the other came into clearer view Yoohwan eye’s widened. “A fucking dog?” Yoohwan’s eyebrows come together at that point. The male was expecting a human, with arms and legs. Yet he encounters this? He wanted to see the face of the man he had kissed! Not a damn mutt! If he was in an anime he was sure a stress mark would be showing right about now.
Y: IS he serious? D: {Is he serious?} A: {Is he serious?}
Yoohwan, along with both of his fairies complained in unison.
For the next minute or so he stood silent. He was torn on what to do. In the end he decided on giving the other a chance. It would be the first and last time he would go so far for just one individual. The reason as to why he decided to act that way was unknown even to himself. Looking to the floor he began.
“I suggest you stop calling me an Angel Bastard. It’s an insult to my parents. The last person who committed such a crime lost his head in less than ten seconds.” His eyes turned light grey as he looked at the other with murderous intent. The threatening presence of the nephilim was equally, if not greater, than the demon’s himself at that moment. His parents had lost their lives protecting him and his brother. They were noble beings. It wasn’t fair for someone who knew nothing to bad mouth them and compared them to the rest of the world out of ignorance. Ignorance gets you killed. “In addition that bullshit about natural enemies I don’t believe in it. We are both living in the same world, we’ve become a human just like the others. I don’t see a point in battling each other when we are all in the end trying to survive all the same.” Indignantly he turns around and gracefully spreads his wings. They shined beautifully as the moonlight hit them.
“If you’re not going to take me seriously and don’t have the decency to show me at least a bit of respect dressed in the coat of a flea bag then our ‘accord’ is officially terminated.”
The male turned to face the distance waiting for a reply from the other. He really wished the canine would take him seriously, but if that wasn’t the case then what else could he do?











