| gloominary liked for a starter |
The concept of ghouls never unsettled the male. After all, what right did he have to judge them, when he could not even perform proper judgement on humans? Nor were they a real threat to him in the first place. While his flesh would have tasted the same as a humans, physical injury of an unholy nature was only temporary. He’d be able to reform his body afterwords, and be on his way. It was because of this, that the male lacked a fear of Tokyo. Lacked a fear of ghouls. It was because of this, that every once in a while he was attacked. Usually, it was when he was taking a shortcut to avoid crowds. It was always when he was alone, secluded. Ultimately, this was to his advantage-- and a small bit of his being was thankful for this. Maybe not thankful for the attack, but thankful he’d be able to remove without moving. A dark substance seeped out of his wounds, and started to reform the flesh. The process was painful, but it was a pain that he had gotten used to with time.
“Shouldn’t be to much longer now...”
