#dhrithri

Naki walked down the alleyway with a red heart in his hands. It would have been a normal valentine’s day gift, if that heart were not an actual human heart still fresh. He tossed it up into the air and caught it a few times as he walked along. He was incredibly casual, but this was normal life for a ghoul.

“Yo, Argilla you there? I brought you a present!” He called out with his usual excitement. Of course one could easily mistake this for a romantic intention, especially in between ghouls but, in actuality Naki had no idea what the day today was. He thought maybe it was a tuesday, but he wasn’t completely sure on that front. The man in the white suit was merely keping his promise from earlier. 

Naki walked home from work, jumping in an odd way. Today he had heard the most worrying thing. If you step on a crack, your mother’s back would break. He did not want his precious egyptian mummy named Tortellini Sen to get hurt, so he had been skipping over them with one foot like a preschooler in order to avoid that horrifying reality. Of course Naki was nothing like a preschooler, he had never even cone to school.

Perhaps it was because he had taken slower to get home though that he heard that noise in an alleyway. This is what they called a chance encounter. Though, there were few if any who would relish a chance encounter with a cannibal. Naki turned his head nad looked to the shadow of the alleyway, stopping mid hop. 

Alleyways were where ghouls naturally dwelled, the cracks and shadows of society that were easiest to overlook. He walked in one without any fear at all, that was how the strong carried themselves. His brother ha dtaught him that the strong had the right to take whatever they wanted from the weak. Yet, when he came upon a girl who smelled like a ghoul huddled up against the wall gripping her stomach, he found himself looking at her with wide and innocent eyes. 

                    «These are... for me? »

              She extends her arms to accept to box and the roses, happiness slowly overtaking surprised features. Interactions with others had prepared her for the season. While the former tribe leader hadn’t understood why this ‘Christmas’ triggered all to purchase gifts for loved ones, she managed to pick up a small piece of jewelry that rested in her coat pocket. Unfortunately, the embellishment process had never occurred.

                   Balancing her gifts under the arm, she retrieved the necklace as red lips tugged into an inevitable smile. She extended it forward as the gem dangled between pale fingers.

          reaction meme

▤ = falling asleep on them

                                «The moon is quite beautiful, isn’t it?»

Today was turning out to be a horrible day, weather wise at least. Though, getting rained on wasn’t exactly a plan that Zero had in mind, and truthfully he wasn’t excited for the skies to turn gray so quickly and without warning. At least there was a shop nearby that others were ducking in to hide from the sudden storm.

This woman.

Something about this human felt familiar. Her scent, her figure, the aura she emitted. 

Perhaps... she was a half demon? Her stench reek of Death and Bloodshed, the proper scent for a Demon.

Amber hues were focused on this human, he himself preparing for any sort of mischief. With a stern voice, the demon stated. 

               ◤✘◢ Climbing jagged steps up the side of a building that neighbored the Sector 1 ‘apartment’ that she had been placed in, she sought to obtain a more scenic view of the city. The place was overwhelming initially. The city possessed many twists and turns- many layers even. Quite frankly, the former tribe leader felt difficulty in maintaining focus on learning how to navigate without any intricacies. 

              Now she stood upon the building’s roof; the height wasn’t all that impressive, but this perspective added some simplicity to the environment. Viewing the horizon, she felt a bittersweet sense of solitude. While she found tranquility, she had also felt loneliness.   

            About to step down from the rooftop, jade hues wandered towards the street below. Citizens were scattered about; however, she noted someone familiar- one of the few beings who she wished to remember even despite this new beginning. There wasn’t much she wished to carry with her from her past, but she was an exception. 

                     « Argilla-! » 

       ❝ OH!!! ❞

       He runs. Not really, but there’s fast footsteps going to a stranger’s direction that, after the loud onomatopoeia that left the sword’s mouth, several pairs of eyes follow the small one.