[There is a heavy thud of something large and powerfully built landing in from above. Leaves and branches rustle with the idle movement of a pair of leathery wings. If there wasn't a beast around before, there was definitely one now, crouched on all fours from landing in a clearing not too far away. It was closer in height to the trees surrounding it than to their woodland inhabitants once it stood straight on its two feet.
Hooked claws, a mouth full of fangs and a whip-like tail made it certainly look like something that would make a mess of one's cabin. In truth, a devilman's monstrous form was everything one would expect from a demon, vicious and sharp and right at home in an image of hell. Except, a glimpse of its eyes would reveal something softer, something a little more vulnerable than what you'd find in a prowling monster.
Akira brushes the remaining flakes of ice off the green-blue hair of his upper body, having flown in from the snow flurries northeast. Despite his own encounters with the wolf, it had been long enough since his last visit to allow some of that tense hunger for bloody catharsis to seep out of him. This particular forest had a soothing air to it, and he enjoyed the peace of the trees. The animals tended to go quiet upon arrival, but he knew a little time would give the birds the regained will to sing again.]
day ten!!
Hooked claws, a mouth full of fangs and a whip-like tail made it certainly look like something that would make a mess of one's cabin. In truth, a devilman's monstrous form was everything one would expect from a demon, vicious and sharp and right at home in an image of hell. Except, a glimpse of its eyes would reveal something softer, something a little more vulnerable than what you'd find in a prowling monster.
Akira brushes the remaining flakes of ice off the green-blue hair of his upper body, having flown in from the snow flurries northeast. Despite his own encounters with the wolf, it had been long enough since his last visit to allow some of that tense hunger for bloody catharsis to seep out of him. This particular forest had a soothing air to it, and he enjoyed the peace of the trees. The animals tended to go quiet upon arrival, but he knew a little time would give the birds the regained will to sing again.]