#batdemonkuronue

//I’ve been meaning to send you this for such a long time now and I always forget to do it when I’m on this blog bc I’m lame :’D Went with the latest idea you gave me for it when making the background. Hope you like the outcome and sorry for making you wait this long!!! orz (and yup that’s the bed for their little pets on the bg~~).

4. Are there any traits you dislike in others? Not knowing when to be serious, lack of self hygiene is a big one too. 

6. If you could have one wish what would it be? For my cat to live forever haha. Or for people to buy my art/be able to make a comfy living off my art.

My muse(s): Kurama 

Do I know your muse(s): yes | no | a little | tell me about your muse

Setting: our verse | my verse | your verse | modern | alternate universe | other

Pre-established relationships? yes | no | depends on the relationship

Possible relationships: friends | classmate | co-worker | roommate | family, real or adopted | dating or blind date | married | friends with benefits | unrequited love | lending a hand | teacher - student | rivals | allies | partner-in-crime | enemies | protecter - guarded | business partners | spy - infiltrated | manipulator - manipulated | star-crossed | first meeting | other

I’m in the mood for: fluff | angst | horror | romance | humor | crime | hurt / comfort | action | supernatural | slice of life | crack | dark threads | light threads | any genre | multi-para | shorter para | one-line | any length | plotted threads | unplotted threads | other

Every world was vast and could easily become confusing if you didn’t know the right path to take. Even if she lived in the world of Makai, Yukina never realized how large their forests were. A simple task such as taking a walk or searching for items could become an adventure in itself, which has now become part of her day. Along the way, she’s come across an older man, one who gave her the sense of being a demon like herself, that also became lost in the overwhelming forest. Yukina didn’t ask his reasoning for traveling nor did he do the same but instead of traversing through such a thick forest alone, it would be better suited to travel together. 

I mused in silence for a brief moment. I couldn’t remember much from before I had fallen asleep. I remembered escaping this weird castle I had been planning to raid for some time now. There were traps everywhere and near to no guards around, which was quite strange at first sight. Spears were shot from the walls as I ran down the long hallways there as I made my escape, vaguely evoking a certain scenario I had seen countless times in my nightmares dreams every now and then throughout the years…

“Just what are you talking ab-” I said, trying to sit up even though my body soon regretted such careless actions. “Tch!” I winced, jaw tightly clenched, and fell back on the makeshift futon I was laying on, clutching the seemingly large wound across my stomach with my hand. Now I remembered everything a little more. Some of those spears had managed to wound me in my way out. Not as dangerously as the bamboo spears I remembered so damn well, but still had managed to leave a number of scratches, cuts and deeper and more painful injuries on my body. However, I still could not recall what had happened afterwards at all. A defeated sigh escaped my dry lips. Every breath I took was painful at this point. Without moving my head an inch this time, my gaze fell on the blue-haired girl again; a small frown was being displayed on my face.

“What happened…? …And, who are you…?”

Botan’s concern heightened in her large optics as she pushed for the raven-haired male to stay. “Your injuries are much to great, please,” she pleaded, “Rest until you’ve recovered.”

The peony continued to observe the bat demon until his defenses slowly began to drop and rest with ease. Perhaps he started to accept the situation--he was no fool by any means, and rest was indeed needed. However, it was most difficult to explain to the man how he ended up in Genkai’s temple to heal over his severe injuries. Would it be wise to explain to him that by his own error, he was caught in a trap set specifically for him?

Looking back over his battered and bruised body, Botan decided to ignore his previous question and skip right to the later. “The name’s Botan--I work for spirit world; perhaps you’re familiar?” she asked with a slight smile at her introduction, “Kuronue am I right?”

“You did…” she replied quietly, “…and with those wounds, it’s a wonder you didn’t lose consciousness sooner…” Concern laced her pink-hues as she examined the bat demon—his injuries were serious, yet he pushed to leave.

“You really should stay and rest.”