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~
"Nooo, you're meant to buy me, not that flea ridden thing!" She called as the woman asked to buy him. A low, raspy growl rattled in her chest as her anger started to boil up. As the neko forced a guard up the side of her cage, she quickly moved to grasp his face, her hand was black and fingers more claw-like than human fingers. Her other hand moved to grip his shirt, at his chest.
"Hmm, you smell so sweet, so delicious... And it's not the guard I'm talking about." She whispered, her eyes locked on the neko. Slowly, her mouth opened and her tongue snaked out, running up behind the mans ear. The whole time, her eyes were fixed on the neko.
"G-Get her off me! Get them both off me!" The guard screeched, his heart racing and what little parts of his face that were exposed, showed fear.
"Aww, hush dear boy, I cannot harvest your soul, my scythe isn't in my hands." Ayumu cooed into his ear, her lips softly brushing it.
In the souls of the people the grapes of wrath are filling and growing heavy, growing heavy for the vintage~