Feb 12, 2015
swallowcutter
❀ His scent put her on edge.
A touch of smoke, a smidgen of danger, dollops of slyness... any second now, she expected an assault of chains to strike at her from behind a burst of noxious smoke or find herself dodging silver flashes as a skilled katana aimed for her head..
So it didn't matter to Miike how ridiculous she may look to the samurai, crawling around on all fours as she steadily circled him. It was the easiest way for her to quickly pounce and subdue him, if he made even a threatening twitch.
"... Your lot bring nothing but misfortune with every step you take. I thought here I may at least be free of you vermin... who are you? What is your business here?"