#sweetchimera

Honey vc: Come on lass, even Rika be out cursin' ye. Ah got a few creative oones if ye need t'em

|| 🔷 ||: ❝ But I really should not curse. It is rude! ❞

"Yes.. There's no need for you here. We have things well in hand wanderer." Sabo, grasping the hilt of his Sasumata can't help but blink in surprise at that. The tall man towered over the headsman of the village, an average Japanese man who seemed decidedly relaxed both with Sabo's presence and the news of organized demon groups wandering the outskirts of his village's lands. The -You- wasn't spat out with venom per say either. Which was more par for the course in non-Burakumin or "Eta" communities. Sabo being who he was. So what, the villagers here felt they could handle the threat of demons on their lands? Interesting.. 'My apologies Mister Onata, but these are no normal yokai. Or even demons. Will the village truly be safe? I would be, concerned to leave the area without having done something to curb this growing threat in Wakkanai.' He'd give a grim but thinly optimistic smile to the headsman as he tilts his head sideways to gaze up at a large shrine just beyond the village limits. Very well maintained and cleared even in light snow of this northern land. It was clearly loved by the villagers. Perhaps there was something here that let the villagers rest easy. Hmm. A curious place. 'I would not be charging anything for my help sir. And yet I think you know that. You still don't think you need the help do you? Why is that?' @sweet-chimera

@sweet-chimera - // Fankid-- Hermes and Nectar

What if they had a kid?

Name: River Lily

Gender: AFAB

General appearance: Humanoid with digitigrade feline legs, large paw-like hands covered in reddish-brown fur with small wing-like growths at her wrists and ankles. She has dark red skin and an athletic build when fully grown with facial features similar to that of her mother. Her hair is reddish-brown and unruly even at the best of times. Stands almost seven and a half feet tall on her back legs as an adult.

Personality: Serious with bouts of mischief and trickster-like behavior when she can get away with it.

Special talents: Divine flight, magical attunement, semi-impervious skin, Realm hopping abilities.

Who they like better: Nectar

Who they take after more: Hermes

Honey stood there proudly next to Aamon. Firstly. Proving the point that she was physically incapable of a knowing lie. Secondly and most importantly. The truth she told about her flames never going out.... never.... going... maybe a metal drum fire wasn't...

".... ah didn't t'ink t'is t'rough..."

Aamon is inspecting the drum fire with barely contained bewilderment. His eye settle on where the flames lick off of the metal surface - thinking.

"Y'know, even the eternal fires of Hell have some limits. The lava cycles, giving each flame time to reignite. Kind of like the water cycle but, y'know, fire. But this..."

Any fuel that had been put in the metal drum was likely expended, if not soon to be all burnt to a crisp - leaving just everlasting fire, and a barrel.

"...So, is the fire hot enough to melt the metal eventually? Cause if not - oh boy - is this gonna be a son of a bitch to move somewhere safe!"

Due to it Gredalia being Demon-led, Keras was comfortable--as about as comfortable as a demon like them could be among other demons in Horns, the main city in the region--but to their left was someone new.

@sweet-chimera sent: Fucking comes up to her at the ball: "Yer outfit is amazing! Who does yer werk!?" (Feel free to ignore, just making her socialize at the event lol)