#demanicthorns

[buddhransa-blog]

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A monk casually strolls out of a alley way, no signs of struggle on him but there were groans coming from the alley itself. Was it a attempted mug? Yes. But Inshun, was nothing but immaculate once he was done with the attackers. Survivors? Well they were not malicious by themselves so he let them be. 

 Than he looks at the time. 

 “Oh, its almost lunch time.”

[sakuraragi-blog]

@demanicthorns

A demon? His hands fiddled with the playing cards he had found in the place of his ofuda. It seemed as though he was unable to make ofuda at all right now, his powers having been sealed in some capacity.

(Except for that...) Shaking his head, he eyed her warily. Was he the only one who could see her? She didn’t seem to be feeding on anybody in particular...So what was she doing here?

It was a moment, something that could have been missed, but someone moved out of her way - they could see her...

“Somehow it does not seem like a sound strategy for a demon to allow herself to be seen so plainly by common folk.”

[harleycide]

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  “So uh. Have ya ever headbutted a guy with those horns? ‘Cuz I feel like that’d do a lotta damage and the blood splatters would really bring out the cute in yer eyes.”

[utopianseeker-blog]

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She looks so innocent, like all those in-

One eye, red. The other a natural dark blue. His form was hidden under the tall shade of the oak tree to which he rested on. It looked like there was a brief scuffle, as parts of his cloak looked torn off by sharp looking claws. It was merely... Barbatos trying again to display dominance towards his body again. 

But he can’t forget one thing. The demonic fog. One of his creations, along with many others, but used to kill so many-

Curse, you.

Unable to do much else, he continued to rest. 

 “Young lady, you should return the other way. Its not safe here.”

[fourmouthed-blog]

after a lifetime of stone, dust, and not much of anything else, deidara welcomed the greenery of the sixth sector. in no way a stranger or foe to summertime heart, he could be found lounging about on a secluded bench, soaking up the delicious, warm breeze and light. while his preference was to sit a ways away from the main trail, he unfortunately understood the need to disconnect was common in these parts.

glancing at the horned girl as she seated herself at the opposite end of the bench, the akatsuki member elected to ignore her to continue enjoying the scenery ---- but there was something off putting about her. 

pausing his idle act of rolling the small clay ball between his fingers, the nin looked at her once again, eye shining as he searched an observation -- and flattened when he found nothing out of the ordinary. ❝ hey .. no need to be so sad on a day like today, yeah. is it the weather getting ya down? ❞ // @demanicthorns  

[hierichc]

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He grumbles in slight frustration. Splitted tongue sticks out and he’s back to focusing. Eyebrows are furrowed and a free hand runs through unruly jet black hair, “Jeez, how does anyone do this?” How does anyone play CHESS by them selves?

[requiemsfighter]

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He decided to take Seiga out on a walk today since the weather was looking a lot better as of late and such a thing reminded him that the fridge needed to be refilled. The chocobo fluffed up his feathers while shaking off any specks of dirt that have gotten on them. A loud croon came from him that made Joey laugh in response. Its been a while since they’ve been able to walk around the city without a cause of insanity or danger. It was with this he was able to notice all the new faces in the city, the thing that used to make him nervous now now did so for another reason. 

“Is this enough? I have to make enough for the both of us.” A thoughtful look passed by his face while walking past when he heard a loud rumble. Turning around, violet-blue eyes widened slightly when seeing the supposed culprit.

“Excuse me...but are you hungry?”

[tailented-blog]

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He wasn’t sure when he had picked up the habit, but the end of Mashirao’s tail dusted off the dirt off of his clothes as he waited for the next train to pull up, idly rocking back on his heels. It was nice to see that this place used something of a familiar transportation system, but having to rack the layout of every location into his mind for safety purposes-- he hadn’t expected this much work to come so soon.

The whistle of an incoming train screeched in the distance, and Mashirao’s tail ceased in its unorthodox cleaning--

Which was about when Mashirao realized he’d been dusting off someone’s shoulder with his tail, nonchalantly thinking it’d been a sign. “... A-- a bug! There was...!”

Mashirao hung his head. “There was no bug... I apologize.”