#;amaterasu

At first Allen thinks he's looking at a dog, a BIG dog, but a dog nonetheless. He can't imagine what else they could be, but walking closer reveals an animal that's much bigger than any dog he's ever seen before--they can only be a wolf. Not to mention the red markings on their fur and the...is that a sword?! "What on earth?"

Amaterasu had her head held up, nose in the air.  Something in the area smelled… off.  Not like the Imps she was well and familiar with, but it stank all the same.  A harsh metallic that stung her snout.

Her search was interrupted though, a man having approached.  Her ears flicked towards him first, then followed by her head.  The man was staring.  He was staring at the glaive on her back.  So he could see her divinity then?  That was rare indeed.

The sword sparked with divine lightning, floating a few inches off of her fur as she rounded and approached the man.  She gave a sniff, circling him once, then twice.  His smell was strange, though not explicitly bad.  Good.  He was not the evil scent she had been following.

It was a hard won fight, but won it was. Amaterasu let out a victorious howl, piercing the night with its pitch. Then, he looked for Allen. Allen, who had finished the thing with that arm of his. Allen who he'd helped get into the air to strike the Akuma down. Allen, who was… falling.

The string of divine expletives that rushed through his head as he made a break for the cliff's edge would be unrivaled for years to come. Flowers sprung up in the wake of his sprinting, exploding in a burst of greenery as he leapt off the cliff's edge after Allen. Out of jaw's reach. Two horizontal swipes of his tail made time slow to a crawl, giving him plenty of chance to catch up.

The next part was what was tricky. Tricky, as he simply couldn't do it as a wolf. No thumbs. So, letting a golden light wrap around him, the lupine creature was replaced by that of a humanoid. It gave him hands with which to grab Allen, arms to cling onto him. Pulling him tight against the white and red kimono he wore- which was rimmed with snowy fur. Now it was the end of his long hair, tied in a low ponytail, that was the ink laden brush. A line was drawn, one reaching from the greenery he'd just spawned, all the way down to his form.

Vines complied, shooting down and forming something of a hammock below them both. It caught Amaterasu, and Amaterasu held tight to Allen. Safe. Secure. And most importantly, no longer plummeting to an early grave.

Dark, heavy eyes met the bright goddess’ own with a touch of weariness. He hadn’t slept in many days because of the fear that had weeded itself into his dreams and caused him little sleep. There were dark circles around his eyes, face was pale and drained of any life. He slumped against one of the bookshelves, slowly slumping even more to the floor by the minute.

“Has it..ever made you rethink how strong you were? How much you could handle?…Until you would..begin to realize you were completely helpless?”

His eyes fluttered slowly as he finally slumped and sat on the floor with his head falling forwards as he mumbled out quietly.