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* Ain[ FIGHT ] [ <3ACT ] [ ITEM ] [ MERCY ]

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* Ainchase Ishmael

He had seen alternate timelines before. He had seen a man once before that had been apparently himself from a different timeline... He was almost convinced he was another person entirely. Not only was he almost as bright as the sun itself, but... He was always so kind and extremely gentle... Arme would feel his face turn red whenever he thought about him...

He hated that feeling quite honestly, and tried pushing him away, convince it was most certainly some sort of affect that the almost human man’s left over corruption was having on Arme. He was positive that was all it was.

Seeing him in this city, however, gave him some sort of assurance as he found himself wandering into a more quiet part of the city. The atmosphere was almost... Uncomfortable, but. The sight of the man gave him a sort of pleasant flutter in his chest. He even found himself rushing over to him and clearing his throat.

✚  -「“Erblu-!”」He began. Before quickly realizing his mistake. No... This wasn’t the man that clung to him every chance he got, the man that smelled of something sweet and fresh, the man that gave him hot cocoa despite knowing that he doesn’t drink Hot cocoa. That much was obvious the moment he saw the braid of this man.

Ain is a mysterious being, more of a spirit guardian than a human who is keenly preoccupied with aura, the life force and soul of all living things beside the grimm. In particular he seems to stay close to one human with an apparently special aura, though he regards humanity and even Faunas with little respect or thought. Grimm enrage him as a blight on this world as soulless beings. His purposes and goals are relatively unknown, as he claims to be a priest to most, but his abilities when fully unleashed are something to behold.

Appearances could hide a lot. After living for hundreds of years it was inevitable one learned a lesson or two, and that was one Kuro had learned. Though, he did not often like to learn. It involved too much thinking, what a drag really. 

His refusal to learn is probably what led to this current situation. He was once again repeating one of his many bad behaviors, mewling for attention and more importantly food while in the form of a cat. His current victim he had followed for at least two blocks, meowing, and running up to paw at his shoes all the way. Begging for food wasn’t particularly dignified but it was free. At least coming from a cat it would look cute.

That was until a cloud moved in front of the sun, and the sun’s curse no longer applied to him. He reverted from a cat, to a human on all fours. Suddenly he was a lot less cute. Still, he looked to the man he had been following with tired and pathetic looking eyes.

🐾 In the end his bad luck would always win out. Adrien miserably tried to repress a sigh and didn’t even bother with a sharp inhale of pain as he pulled his hand away from the wall. Of course he would find the one spot where the brick laying was not entirely flat and nicked his palm on the rough edge of the stone.

Why would he expect any different? With a small pout he placed his mouth over the wound, wincing a little at the sharp, coppery taste of blood. “Nobody would happen to have a band-aid, would they?” He asked weakly, turning around to the closest sound of footsteps. The pale yet striking eyes left an impression of an almost ethereal being gracing Adrien with his presence.