#inumcm

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💐:: -- It had happened again, the towns people were being cruel to her. It had happened and he couldn’t do anything about it. Several times in the past, he had snapped at them for hurting her, for calling her things like traitor or evil for baring a hanyou son. All that received was for it to be redirected at him, but to him, that was better than the latter.             He growled at the village folk, giving them very obvious warnings that he was there to protect her if they went astray. Some people had learned, while others pushed their luck only to have themselves on their asses for even trying. Of course, he would be scolded by the elders of the home, but he normally didn’t listen. It wasn’t like they could stop him anyways.            ❝ Why do ya jus’ put up with it? ‘N why can’t I do more ta help ya? I am strong enough ta hold’em back! ❞ He complained to his mother after the hundreth scolding of the elders... he had had enough of them.

💐:: – .... Something about the idea of his mom looking at anyone new made him feel a little... odd? He couldn’t really say much because he moved on from Kikyou, but she was his mother! The idea of her seeing or talking to anyone other than a platonic way made him feel a weird. He didn’t like it... so what was the obvious solution, acting out like the immature male he was.          ❝ Ya ain’t serious gonna go... do shit wit’em, right? ❞ He didn’t mean in like that way, he just meant go do things in general. Now though, that image was in his head and it made him go green in the face.

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“O-Okay–!” he answered, hurrying across the room to come up beside his mother, fresh, precious eyes peering up at his mother who seemed so large in his perception. Her robes, freshly cleaned seemed to 𝒻𝓁𝑜𝓌 over her form, silky locks as dark as midnight almost as long. Curiously and with joy he peered at what his mother was struggling with, a roll of cloth tangled among her grasp, delicate finger working to free herself but to not avail. “Mother?”