Ayumu ~ Wrath Demon
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The independent girl is a person before whose wrath only the most rash dare stand,
and, they,
it must be confessed,
with much fear and trembling~
Ayumu's eyes slowly moved to the side and she tried to move her head, so she could look at the two that were talking, there was a rattle of chains. A cat-girl and a human male. Her eyes returned forwards, her lids closing slightly. Once again she tried to break free of the chains, her hands balling into fists and her whole body tensing. She had a collar on, with a chain going from it to the floor, keeping her there. There were chains from her wrists, ankles, around her horns and even one around her waist, all leading out her cage to anchor points on either the floor or the wall. As the human male had water thrown in his face, Ayumu giggled, a small, twisted smile coming to her pale lips.
In the souls of the people the grapes of wrath are filling and growing heavy, growing heavy for the vintage~