A raven had been trailing Naotsugu for a surprising amount of time. Any other bird would have already long flown away but this one was rather persistent. If that wasn't odd enough, its eyes were a piercing gold colour that didn't belong on an ordinary bird.
As it perched on a tree, a second raven with equally uncharacteristic eyes joined it. But where the second raven sat, it changed to an ashen skinned fae with an abundance of wings and a mischievous grin. The raven that had been trailing him all this time suddenly lost the golden glow in its eyes and flew away. "Hello strange little mortal" Diavolo chirped, his voice was light and airy but had an edge to it.
In the dark woods that consumed tbwm, the reason Naotsugu went in the forest was unknown. He was still in his uniform, wielding a bag, it appeared lumpy and soggy, a strange combination.
Not once did he turn around to look over his shoulder, but his walking patterns seemed inconsistent. Occasional stopping alongside grinding his heel in the dirt.
So his expression was not fitting for someone who was surprised, it was blank, except for the faint crease in his brows that made him look forlorn or worried. This was his default expression though.
"...Mortal." He repeated the word, and liked it enough to not argue with it.
"...What do you want? Do I owe you something?.."
