Orion sat quietly in the crook of a large elm, watching over a park he had frequented in the last few days. The storm had lent fury to this usually-tranquil place - a new darkness hung over this reserve, a quiet retreat on the outskirts of the capital city of Honshu. Bushes rustled. Leaves chattered as if in protest against the rain. And - worst of all - a fear came with the darkness, a fear Orion had long associated with those deadly creatures - the Oni. He could almost smell them on the air.
Nestling tighter into his crook, furling his wings even tighter, Ori watched. He could see a couple of Kuniku walking around, unseen by the people relaxing in the park, Kuniku basking in the light of the setting sun. He wondered if any of them cared to join him - for after dark, this place would surely become a magnate for evil - and Oni.
((Do you want to think of a better title? XD Mine's pretty lame.)
