it’s quite SHOCKING to see how a QUIET snake turns into a POISONOUS viper, hissing and bearing his fangs. though anyone who was anyone in the AOGIRI TREE understood that tatara wasn’t so composed half of the time ( especially when he was angered and it was hard to calm him down from such emotions ).
ruby reds BURNED with a FIRE that no one’s ever seen as the unnamed object was thrown right off of his desk and at the poor ghoul who had thought it good to enter at such times.
did he not see that tatara wasn’t in the mood for it?
whatever the case may be, tatara watched him leave in a weak cry for mercy that he almost didn’t give, wanting to splatter that little ghoul’s innards against the wall. wouldn’t that have been a great decoration for his already messy office space? it was just a room in the aogiri hq with a desk and a lamp. ( he barely even used it. )
“ we’re going hunting, ” tatara growled.
he’s tired of this place. the same scenery for hours. right now, he just wanted to spill some blood. he could feel the dull ache of his kagune at his lower back. much like him, it also wanted to rip through some bodies.
The giant watched silently as the ghoul in question retreated cowardly. It’s just
as well. He was sure had he stayed, the leader would destroy him, or possibly
sic Noro on him. His stomach tugged at him at the thought.
The mention of hunting, the giant ghoul’s tongue reached up to lick what was
left of his lips underneath his mask.
Noro waited for Tatara to stand, then obediently followed him out. The halls
emptied quickly before them, everyone knowing full well that if they stuck
around, they may not live.
As they made their way out, Noro reached out, to touch Tatara, but decided
against it, letting arm drop to his side once more. Best not to interrupt the
leader’s thought process. Stomach pulled and tugged at his insides.
Once outside, the giant waited for any further commands. He took a deep
breath in through his nostrils, trying to smell where the closest meal was. Up
ahead, he saw those that guarded the complex. The ravenous part of him
wanted to go up to them and slaughter them, hear them cry out, crunch on
their bones and slurp up their entrails. No, no. Not unless Tatara told him.
Tatara was everything. Tatara knew best. Listen to Tatara. Tatara would tell
him what to do.
Competing thoughts, always. He’d look down towards the leader. Please lead
the way. Please tell me what to do. Please command me.
