‘ scary, isn’t it? big, dark forest -- and yet no sound; silence in all directions. ‘ ( @nimblsouled / ♥’d! )
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‘ scary, isn’t it? big, dark forest -- and yet no sound; silence in all directions. ‘ ( @nimblsouled / ♥’d! )
‘ anyone can get turned around in these woods, even an exorcist. ‘ ( @lotusunder / ♥’d ! )
KIWI. go ahead and like for a starter!
bloodmade:
Eyes narrow and their finger jabs at the stranger’s arm——the leather-clad pad pressing onto a prominent black vein. ❝It’s not like I can’t; it just doesn’t provide any substance. But now I don’t want to!❞
‘ heh, you’re a bit fickle! ‘ arm retracts, fingers taking their usual place against lithe bones. ‘ what brings you into my woods, kyūketsuki - san? ‘
👺
bloodmade:
❝Talkin’ like that only makes me want to take a big ole bite outta you——~ I won’t know for sure whether you’re lyin’ or not ‘til you come over here and let me take a chomp, buddy.❞
‘ my my, doesn’t your kind have a rule against drinking from the dead? ‘ an arm if offered nonetheless, black veined and frail as a corpse. ‘ go on then, but don’t say i didn’t warn you. ‘
jiingshen:
a sudden voice startles the fox, and he immediately turns towards the source, talismans clutched between his fingers. oh. it’s just a seemingly harmless … boy. “ — nonsense. I’m just scoping out this area for where we’re gonna hold the night youkai fight club tournament. “ in truth, he was very much lost. but he’d never admit that. “ … we need a very spacious location. “
‘ a fight club? ‘ ah, he’s heard of sparse gatherings of demons popping up across the country -- perhaps never so close to home, however. the tengu drops from his position among the branches, large wings tumbling right after as he makes a soft landing. ‘ do you know what these woods house, kitsune - san? ‘ of course, mamoru is more than capable of fending off as many youkai as as a small tournament would attract (and unfortunately, that’s not hubris talking), but holding such a thing so close to the gate to YOMI? not the best idea.
‘ you look a bit out of place, officer. ‘ hands slip into pockets, shoulders rounded yet he slouches all the same. ‘ have you come to investigate? ‘ ( @tohrua / ♥’d ! )
‘ i’m afraid my blood isn’t as much fun as you’re hoping, ‘ the tengu chuckles, all teeth and sneer, ‘ i’ve heard it tastes quite dreadful too. ‘ ( @bloodmade / ♥;d ! )
‘ ne, ne, kitsune - san! ‘ mamoru drapes himself over a low hanging tree branch, wings haphazardly spread between accompanying branches. ‘ you look a bit lost -- these woods aren’t meant for you. ‘ ( @jiingshen / ♥ ‘d ! )
❛ one day you'll teleport onto my operating table. won't that be fun ? ❜
‘ oho, ‘ he hums, legs crossed at the knee and fingertips idly tracing over her unfinished work. ‘ you could at least take me to dinner first, yosano - chan. ‘
hvzama:
–”OH I don’t think so,” his tone of voice is light enough, but nothing else about him indicates anything other than spite. “The powers that be wouldn’t be too happy if I let some weirdo run off with her. Neither of us want to piss off my boss, I promise you that.”
‘ oho, how scary. ‘ the tengu settles, curious -- he himself is dead, festering even as they speak in YOMI, the underworld; there is no doubt he could use such a gift as hers. though the man before him is almost just as hollow, reeking of some terrible spell gone awry -- what would he use those feathers for? ‘ you know , midori - san, she can’t possibly get rid of that awful thing lurking in your chest. ‘
hvzama:
–”AH… No. That’s even further off. Though I doubt she’d complain.”
‘ poor, phoenix - chan -- you don’t seem very fond of her, ‘ a chuckle, all serrated smiles and dusted fingertips, ‘ i can take her off your hands if you’d like. magic like hers is hard to find. ‘
hvzama:
–”I’M sorry, friend? I think you have something mistaken.”
‘ oh! sorry, sorry -- your girlfriend? ‘
‘ your short friend went that way. ‘ ( @hvzama / ♥’d ! )
hclified:
“pff , what? no way!! even if they are big , they’re still yours so i like them.”
‘ aha, you’re too cute! ‘ the tengu laughs, a deep echoing thing, ‘ here then, let’s hold hands. ‘
some little notes i’ll probably expand on later:
- mamoru doesn’t eat ; he can only consume the food of yomi, the underworld -- food from the mortal realm makes him sick. he’ll only eat it if it’s a special gift or if the younger tengu cry / make a big fuss over it.
- has an larger wingspan than most tengu, of which his wings are a very soft and billowing white color. they make for an excellent place to nap (of which some of the younger tengu -- and even some of the older ones enjoy).
- he’s pretty much always looking like he’s about to kill someone; has a smile like a knife, but means well.