#ragingfangs

There was the sound of crunching and chewing echoing in the still night air, the sound coming from a female form hunched over a male. The woman was none other than a demon and the man, her prey. She feasted on him before a scent reached her sensitive nose. She wasn’t alone.

She stood up and looked around, her orange eyes giving a slight glow in the dark as she searched for the source of the strange scent. She could only assume it was a slayer come to end her. She disliked fighting slayers since she had been a Pillar before she was turned, the Beast Pillar to be specific.

As she had been resting at the Wisteria house, fully relaxed in a yukata and lounging between the opened doors of her room as she held a saucer of sake in her hand, a scent reached Tazz’s nose and she hummed. She could smell a bit of blood and a hint of a demon’s scent, but not enough to signal that there was an actual demon near. A demon surely wouldn’t have been able to make it past the wisteria barrier anyhow, so there must’ve been a slayer that arrived after having recently fought one.

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The otherwise sharp features of his face soften when the words hit him and sink into his skin like bramble bristles. Kyōjurō did his best not to overstep and act too familiar with the young Genya as he does with most kids his age; that is what he is to Kyōjurō, still a kid, fighting in someone else’s war. He shouldn’t have to be here, just like he felt Tanjirou and his gang of friends shouldn’t have to be here. But he was wrong, and their skills, talent, raw strength and capacity to learn was what made their presence extremely necessary. 

Kyōjurō was frankly impressed by the boy; not having any of his overly brother-like advice, taking his training into his own hands and defying so much of what was and wasn’t expected of him. “That’s the spirit, young Genya! I hear you’ve been quite the unconventional Slayer so far. Okay, you do not need to take my advice, learn your own way. It’s clearly working for you.”

     “ Shut up and stop complaining already. “ ----- May hap the other was a tad too young but he had remembered the times they would go out and retrieve their own pumpkin.     That what made it special even though its been YEARS since the last time.     A huff as he steered and navigated through traffic, even though it was painfully quiet.     “ The stores are over-priced and shitty anyway. “ 

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“Ho? What’s this? You sure you wanna do this, little boy?” Is she purposefully taunting him? Of course. “Are you reaaaally sure?” She removed her haori and began to crack her knuckles, rolling her shoulders with a wide grin, “Well, come on then! Give me your best shot!” She would likely never back down from a challenge.