#dreamsofpositivity

@dreamsofpositivity

"Hope ya know, if yer askin' me ta do somethin' like this, I'm not gonna hold anything back."

Not even for Dream. When it came to practicing the art of weaponry, you wouldn't improve unless you gave it your all. Not in a way that would actually kill someone, but someone could get hurt. The words were so Dream knew what he was getting himself into, in case he wanted to back out.

Because this half demon sure wasn't going to. The idea of fighting against a weapon made purely of magic, he hadn't gotten experience with that. He'd seen holy energy, he'd seen magic spells, but not weapons comprised purely of magic.

Inuyasha drew his blade, the thin sword turned massive fang forged from his own father's teeth.

"Eh? That bad?"

There was little movement, only the flick of his right ear, seated on all fours. The autumn grass wasn't as comfortable as summer, but it had its own special properties to it. From scent, to texture beneath his hands, and feet. As usual, being in a village by himself isn't exactly the best idea, and with Dream looking more like a mysterious, shady human when he used his clothes to disguise himself, Inuyasha probably wouldn't have looked any better to the residents.

But to see the guy running up, as though he'd been chased away. It sparked irritation. He's trying to keep his voice calm, but that irritation grew and grew as he listened to what happened, ears now outright twitching. He knew what it entailed, just by the fact Dream had been running. Humans wouldn't have inherently attacked a skeleton, not normal humans.

They'd have been afraid first, and hateful second. A skeleton would be seen as an omen of death, not an abomination meant to be killed.

In steady motion, the hanyō rose to his feet. Irritation was brewing into a raging sea. Clawed hands came together, the fabric of his haori hiding even his arms. There wasn't anything he could do. Powerless in these situations, and it brought back storms that were ever raging every time it happened.

It was different for him. It hurt, but that was his life. When it happened to someone else, it was all the worse.

"Keh! If that's the kinda shit they're gonna pull, we don't need any rumors from those bastards anyway! Come on."

Turning sharply, silver hair practically whipped in turn, the firmer grass of the season softly sounding against his feet as he stepped. Ever present intensity in those golden eyes, focused in front of him, a glare not directed at any single person. Out here, it was just the two of them.

That, and maybe he was more irritable today. There were only a few days left, his human blood was strong right now. It heightened his level of emotions, but also heightened his capabilities of feeling physical pain. Physical fatigue. It heightened his need for sleep, and hunger. Feelings that would only heighten further as the night of the new moon approached, and he wouldn't feel his normal until that night was over.

Maybe it was something only the few of his kind that made it to adulthood understood. The war that raged within you at all times, to be of mixed blood. One of the most frustrating parts, was how weak his sense of smell became this close to the new moon. He hadn't detected Dream's scent at all, that was why he'd been so surprised by the sudden vision of the skeleton running up to him.

Inuyasha would let himself silently stew for a while. He'd get over it, he always did.

The only thing that made him stop walking, was the sudden sneezing fit. A common tendency, the rare occasion the reaction was caused by the onset of illness. When it was something bothering his nose, he only sneezed once. This was a series of four sneezes in succession, stifled by raising his sleeve.

“Name’s Geno, nice to meet ya Dream.” He lets out a chuckle of his own.

�� Fuk!

“Jokes on you babe, I love you more times infinity.” 

[From x]

Here comes Muffin, bursting into another timeline with food! He filled a container with a portion of a turkey dinner, complete with mashed potatoes, gravy, salad and bread with butter. Because a balanced diet is important and he’s the type of dork that tries to include all the food groups! On top is another, smaller container, which a piece of apple crisp with vanilla ice cream on top.

Look at this overachieving dork.

  Ooc: on a side note can someone push this nerd’s...

-pushes random button on chest plate-

Two siren alarms pop from his shoulder pads, they go off.