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 sighed and watched the masters all walk straight past her, not even a second glance. It was the chains, she was sure of it. They made her look just as dangerous as she really was and that was not good for her chances of getting out of here. Her whole body tensed, pulling on the chains and making the metal groan under the strain. She grimaced as she tried to break the links. There was a loud cracking noise as the concrete of the wall that her wrist chains were anchored to began to break. Suddenly, the chains broke free of the walls grasp, sending chunks of wall flying. The chains flew at her cage, making a ringing noise as they met the bars and her arms folded across her chest. Her head was still chained and so was her legs and there was one around her waist. Quickly, her hands moved to the chain that wrapped around her horns, feeling if she could just pull it off. She grasped onto each end of the chain and, with one swift tug, she snapped it, the links of the chain clattering on the bottom of the cage. Her attention was drawn to a dark haired girl. She seemed human, but Ayumu wasn't sure, she couldn't smell her.
"Ooh sweetheart, come closer and talk to me~" She called to the girl, her demonic voice rang through the air. A small, malicious smile spread across her face as she stared at the girl. For now, she was ignoring the other slaves. Until, a sweet smell wafted across, through her cage. The smell of blood. She snapped her head in the direction that it came from and found a male neko with white hair struggling to get out of his binds.
"Clearly you are weak, feline. If you cannot break out of such weak bindings as those." She called out to him, her green eyes glowing slightly in the dim light.
In the souls of the people the grapes of wrath are filling and growing heavy, growing heavy for the vintage~