Being a demon and all, a shrine was likely not the best nor the most fitting place to be, but circumstances never seemed to favor him. He’s not even quite sure how he even ended up here or even where this was exactly.

Which leads him to where he is now, debating on whether to approach the shrine to ask these questions, or find somewhere else.

          MAIDEN  OF  UNSPOKEN     breath finds interest.     she peeks,   moments at a time,   a property seemingly touched by   the  essence  of  the  sky.     her skin flutters over displaced surfaces,   &   lashes seem ever the bit heavier in the grace of tongue pushed to the back of her throat.     ❝   uhmm...   ❞     guilt bites sharpened teeth at her faulting breath,   &   she makes the sight of laughter apparent to sheepish glowed features.     ❝   i’m not...     on private property,   am i     ?   ❞