RagingFangs

     “ Shut up and stop complaining already. “ —– May hap the other was a tad too young but he had remembered the times they would go out and retrieve their own pumpkin.     That what made it special even though its been YEARS since the last time.     A huff as he steered and navigated through traffic, even though it was painfully quiet.     “ The stores are over-priced and shitty anyway. “ 

@ragingfangs​​ askedc ❝ do we really need to go to a pumpkin patch? can’t we just buy one at the store? ❞      (  autumn / halloween )

“Fine, whatever.” It was hard not to complain. Pumpkin patches where usually filled with the things he couldn’t care less about, bugs and people. If it had been anyone else that asked to go they would have brushed them off. Although it had been years since his brother offer to pick him up to go do something. Despite being ecstatic earlier when he had called him out, the ride over had left an awkward tension in the air.

Sometimes he wonder if the effort was worth it. The amount of time he put into cooking his breakfast compared to just getting the inns keeper to make it for him was tedious. However, she just couldn’t make it the way he wanted, and she always added something sweet into the mix. He had always been particular about his meals, even refusing to do so if it wasn’t to his liking. 

Her brow twitched at his harshness, an unamused look coming to her face. Oh, great. Looks like she’d be bunking with an irritating little twerp. She rolled her eye at his callous attitude, taking another sip of her sake as she watched the elderly woman shuffle away. She lifted her brow and returned her attention to him, her eye narrowed, “I’ve only had two cups. Don’t be a baby about it.”

She huffed as she emptied her saucer before setting it aside, taking hold of the bottle next to her before she stood. At her full height, she was only an inch shorter than him and the way she held herself implied that she wasn’t someone to screw with. Various scars were visible on her skin that was exposed from her slightly open yukata as she leveled him with a stern look, “You really don’t have a lick of politeness, do ya? Must’ve been so much fun for the others to join you at the Final Selection.” She turned and set her drink and saucer aside before going over to the two futons in the middle of the room, taking the one on the left before moving it away from the other a bit.

He eyes her saucer, the only other person he knew that drank was he’s father. That loser had always drank from the bottle so Genya had no idea how much sake it would take to get drunk. At the mention of the final section he lowers his head. That time had been a rude awakening for him, learning about his ability in the worst possible way. As he remembered the details of that time he could feel his eyes gloss over and his heart start to pound. Although it was his ticket to gaining power, including being recognized by Himejima, he was disgusted by it. He took a few deep breaths before raising his head back up and snapping, “Yeah I got a sparking personality. People love me. Made a bunch of friends.”

What was she thanking him for? If she hadn’t shown up in the first place he would have been mince meat. It was thanks to her own strength that he was given given a chance to repay her. He wiped at the left over blood on his mouth. Even after consuming part of the demon he still wasn’t strong enough to handle it own his own. In that moment he felt so powerless and weak, perhaps those feelings where why he didn’t mind her hand against his hair. One top of that he could still feel it active, the demons power ruining through his veins. Which meant his appearance hadn’t reverted back. Yet she still smiled at him, was still kind to him.

As she had been resting at the Wisteria house, fully relaxed in a yukata and lounging between the opened doors of her room as she held a saucer of sake in her hand, a scent reached Tazz’s nose and she hummed. She could smell a bit of blood and a hint of a demon’s scent, but not enough to signal that there was an actual demon near. A demon surely wouldn’t have been able to make it past the wisteria barrier anyhow, so there must’ve been a slayer that arrived after having recently fought one.

She leaned out from her room with a mildly curious expression as she smelled the scent getting stronger, indicating that the person was coming closer. She blinked when she saw the elderly hostess round the corner with a young man right behind her. Well, he certainly looked harsh with the glare he had on his face as well as his wild black mohawk. She hummed again as she watched, sipping her sake as she rested her head in her other hand. When they got a bit closer, Tazz tilted her head, “Haven’t seen you around before. You aren’t new, are ya?”

 The old women had been moving so damn slow. He had the urge to just rush past her and go there himself. They had always stuff him in the same room, so he knew where it was. What stopped him from doing so was the presence of a women coming out of the door to his room. With a sigh he did his best to keep a cool head. He wasn’t picky after all, it didn’t matter what room they put him in. It didn’t have to be the usual one. This didn’t bother him...

He hated coming to the wisteria house. It seemed rather pointless to him, he could regenerate his wounds after all. It was Himejima that insisted that he go after ever mission. His abilities seemed to worry many, unsure what long term effects they would have on his body. Genya didn’t care though, if it meant one day reaching his goal he’d sacrifice everything.

“What do you mean...I have to talk to people?”

//If anyone, literally anyone, sticks their hand out towards Tazz in a certain way, she will rest her chin on it and yes she still does it even as a demon

She gives a hum when the boy came out of hiding, examining him as he aims at her, “A gun? You’re the first slayer I’ve heard of that uses a gun…” She tilts her head curiously, her eyes narrowing a bit as she mumbles to herself, “Looks like more interesting people joined the Corps…”

She blinks at his questioning, her lips pursing as she looks down at her uniform, “I should probably get rid of this, huh..? But.. it has too much sentimental value to me..” She reaches a hand up to fiddle with the collar of her shirt, a bit of a melancholic expression coming to her face, “I… I didn’t want this..”

She sighs and closes her eyes for a moment, “It happened by complete accident when I had been saving a family…” She opens her eyes again and looks at the slayer once more with her arms spread in a ‘what can you do?’ gesture, “I just wasn’t strong-willed enough to resist the hunger. It’s very convincing…” She shrugs a shoulder and reaches a hand up to lick the blood off if her fingers with her long tongue, “Once I started, I couldn’t stop.. A damn shame for a Pillar of all slayers to become what we’re supposed to kill, right?”

She snickers at his rebuttal at her ‘little’ comment, smiling a bit as her head tilts once more, “That ruffled your feathers, did it?” She slides her gaze from his face to his gun, her lips pressing into a thin line. Would he be able to kill her? As much as she liked the whole regenerating part, it was a pain trying to find enough humans to satisfy her hunger. After a moment, she opens her arms in invitation, a somber smile on her face, “Come on, pup. Show me what you can do…”

His hand began to shake forgetting to counterbalance the weight of the gun. Instead he drew his focus elsewhere. Tranced he watch watched as her tongue made contact with the blood on her hand. The memory of its taste filled his mouth, his lips trembling in anticipation of their turn. Pupils danced around as he continued to watch that hand sway about here and there as she spoke.

Blinking vigorously he breaks the hungers hold on him, regaining his focus. With a roll of the shoulder that held his weapon he reaffirms his target. Earlier he had been wrong, she was something more complete than he was. He began to grand his teeth. Their similarities still pissed him off though and what was this pillar crap? “Pillar my ass!” he made an annoying clicking sound with his mouth. “What kind’a damn pillar just gives up.” To him it didn’t matter if he became a full blooded demon or never learned a single breath, he’d claw his way into being a pillar. Seeing one, if she wasn’t lying, like this just ticked him off to no end.

Inside he could feel it turning about, the thing that made him abnormal. The more she spoke the more it made his blood race, and her taunting wasn’t helping him fight against it. His upper lip started twitching as fangs began to grow and sharpen. The vessels in his eyes felt like they would burst at any moment, but he let it take over. They flooded with a darkness just like the women's’ before him, and he bellowed “Shut the hell up!” he roared as his finger pressed down on the trigger. With a thunderous crack it released a number of small pellets. In an instant they collided with her arm, the same one he was so fixated with earlier.

frost blue: does your muse enjoy the snow and cold? or are they the type to enjoy summer more?

He despises winter! It doesn’t matter how many blankets he gets, he can’t ever seem it get warm enough to fall asleep peacefully. Don’t even get him started when it comes to traveling in the snow! Summer? He despises summer! Everything too hot and he hates how much it makes him sweat. Not to mention all the damn bugs around!

tea orange: what is something that your muse is fascinated with?

Even before training with Himejima, Genya has always been interested in the study of religion. After everything that has happened, he doesn’t exactly believe it, but he is overly fascinated with the history and stories that coincide with religion. His even gone as far to memorize some of his favorite sutra and stories by heart. 

raspberry: what food and/or drink can your muse not get enough of? do they indulge in it often, or is it something reserved for special occasions?

His not too picky, he’ll eat just about anything if he gets hungry enough. Although if he had given a choice most of his meals would resemble breakfast. If he has to cook for himself it is usually some type of combination of meats, rice. and eggs. He’s not too crazy about sweet things, so if he did have pancakes they would probably be plain. Although his very good at making matcha and ohagi, because that had always been something his siblings always bothered him to make. (He did most of the cooking at home while his mother worked.)

baby blossoms: does your muse have a favorite scent? what is it, and why?

@ragingfangs | liked for a demon verse starter!

There was the sound of crunching and chewing echoing in the still night air, the sound coming from a female form hunched over a male. The woman was none other than a demon and the man, her prey. She feasted on him before a scent reached her sensitive nose. She wasn’t alone.

She stood up and looked around, her orange eyes giving a slight glow in the dark as she searched for the source of the strange scent. She could only assume it was a slayer come to end her. She disliked fighting slayers since she had been a Pillar before she was turned, the Beast Pillar to be specific.

Her eyes searched the area before finally finding them, her slit pupils along with her black sclera and the markings on her bloody face making for an unnerving expression, “I know you’re there, little slayer…”

A muffled curse came from behind the tree. He had hoped to have finished this in a single shot while the demon was distracted. While stepping out into the open he raised his sawed-off up and kept it trained on her. With a few steps he moved forward before stopping. Making sure to keep a generous distance between the two.

He was no stranger to the scene before him, but it never failed to send a chill down his spine. Gritting his teeth and tightening his grip on the gun, he did his best to mask the fear inside. Instead he would do what he always did to combat his nerves, he’d get angry. An easy enough goal as he viewed the carnage behind her. The heavy metallic smell overwhelmed his senses. A rage quickly built up inside him, but not because of some righteous furry for the slain man. No, what angered him was how pleasant he thought it smelled.

Narrowing his eyes he began to focus more intently on his target. It was only then that he noticed her outfit. Their was not mistake the uniform, but those eyes. A demon slayer that became a demon. The anger dissipated as he took her form in. Is she like me? If I continue to devour demons...will I stay a demon one day? As his thoughts clouded his mind he lowered his weapon for a moment. Panic swept throughout him as he pondered the idea of one day become just like her.