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asha-rahiro:

chaosandsky:

asha-rahiro:

artimys replied to your post:川o・-・)ノ Hi everyone. I’m back from the dead

// DUDE WHY WHEN I HAVE CLASS WHY

ʕノ•ᴥ•ʔノ ︵ ┻━┻

well shieeeeeet.

(( OAO!!!!!!!!! Welcome back!!!! ))

(ノ≧∀≦)ノ KOSAMEEEEEEEE

(( Nom-chan~! How are you? Were you busy with school or something? ))

asha-rahiro:

artimys replied to your post:川o・-・)ノ Hi everyone. I’m back from the dead

// DUDE WHY WHEN I HAVE CLASS WHY

ʕノ•ᴥ•ʔノ ︵ ┻━┻

well shieeeeeet.

(( OAO!!!!!!!!! Welcome back!!!! ))

((OOC: Filed under: Things that I will never finish…))

ignatio-shade:

chaosandsky:

The Rakshasa shrugged off the other’s suggestion. When needed his notebook was almost always on hand…but he never brought it with him when hunting - the villagers knew better than to approach him beyond the city barrier so he didn’t see when he would need to communicate with humans - it got in the way. Yuta couldn’t help but think back to when not so long ago he would raw his own blood as a means to communicate with a certain magician. 

"Off-putting," was the way Asha had described his methods. The boy casually scratched out his words with the end of his stick before writing again:

'What are you doing out here by yourself? You do know that it's dangerous with all of the Sura reported to be around lately.'

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"I am not really by myself, so I’ll be okay." I think. “I was just strolling around to waste some time before Lang finishes his work today. Eheheheh. What about you?”

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Not by himself?

Was he referring to Yuta’s presence? 

“I was just strolling around to waste some time before Lang finishes his work today. Eheheheh. What about you?”

Yuta snapped to attention - Lang? Who was Lang? The boy pressed his lips firmly together, a nervous tick of sorts, for some reason he felt uneasy. The hairs began to rise at the nape of his neck. Did he really not know what he was? Of his true nature?

'I was hungry,' he wrote simply, perhaps it would seem strange to the other but it was as the truth at it’s core. 

With his his growth he had noticed that his body demanded more. It would nag him more frequently to seek sustenance and was far less forgiving if it found that Yuta was going without. He wrote it off as one of those things that were typical for Rakshasa in their third stage -an increase in appetite…among other things.

'Still, we should head back,' he urged, certainly if any Sura were to descend on them he would be able to defend the man…but Yuta was quite peculiar about eating alone. His habits were a tad unsavory to say in the least. 

It really struck him as strange, at how indifferent this one was toward the threat of an attack by Sura. Was he insane?

Headcanon meme~

rocketcandycouture:

Put a symbol (or several) and a character/characters in my ask box, and I’ll give you a headcanon.  Yes.  Do it.

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tiredjellyfish:

I tried to draw again…

blithefacade:

boss ass bitch

ignatio-shade:

chaosandsky:

Yuta held his position, his arm hanging awkwardly as the wound began to close, the skin stitching together. In spite of himself, he felt the colour rising in his cheeks and quickly cast his gaze aside. Without looking at the other, he shuffled fumblingly toward the edge of the trail and snapped a twig from a sad looking bush. 

The shame.

Eyes, downcast he scribbled a brief reply in crooked strokes in the dirt:

'Sorry…it's a habit…'

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His eyes followed Yuta while staying where he was then to the written words. “A habit? Maybe you should have… like a stick with you. The others would really panic if they saw you using blood to write, right?”

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The Rakshasa shrugged off the other’s suggestion. When needed his notebook was almost always on hand…but he never brought it with him when hunting - the villagers knew better than to approach him beyond the city barrier so he didn’t see when he would need to communicate with humans - it got in the way. Yuta couldn’t help but think back to when not so long ago he would raw his own blood as a means to communicate with a certain magician. 

"Off-putting," was the way Asha had described his methods. The boy casually scratched out his words with the end of his stick before writing again:

'What are you doing out here by yourself? You do know that it's dangerous with all of the Sura reported to be around lately.'

culturaltransmission:

Look at these eyes

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and tell me

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Leez isn’t about to break

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((OOC: The realist shit right there.))

((The product of a headache and boredom. Please bare in mind that customization options were quite limited.))