Post by Fang on May 30, 2023 16:40:09 GMT
As most missions went the birds pushed them forward, on to a fort whose name was forgotten nearly as soon as it was uttered. The journey there was made shorter by the antics of the foreigner hōkan, their slapstick comedy routine at first eliciting small chuckles from Ishi before it grew old and tiresome. They would lapse into their strange tongues, barbaric though significantly different from one another. Ishi thought it odd the could see anyone as uncultured, unrefined as he was with his boar flank in hand.
His own Shirokami kept her silence, whether as a result of the tidbits of boar meat Ishi would give her or because the other birds had made such a racket was anyone’s guess, but the white raven carried herself with a dignity and poise Ishi considered absent in the crows and equally foreign birds that adorned the elder Demon Slayers’ shoulders. Strange again that the wildling who had eaten the flesh of a demon at such a tender age would be so presentable.
Toshiko and Sumi bantered, their exchanges welcome relief to the ear despite Toshiko’s venom and Sumi’s halfheartedness. This, at least, was a familiarity, and the volatile Toshiko was always more tolerable when her target was anyone but Ishi. Strive as he might to honor his family to the best of his abilities, Toshiko called to the beast he kept so carefully hidden. Best that she remain occupied, and his mouth kept busy with his meal.
The crumbling building came to sight, and Sumi seamlessly changed masks and poise, a wooden tipped arrow knocked and a proposition made on how to move forward. Ishi’s flank was now little more than bone, a few spindly scraps of meat dangling from it that were snatched up by Shirokami before she took to the skies. Ishi tossed the remnants to the side and removed a small, round container from within his haori. The thin wooden lid was lifted away and a pale lavender paste revealed, Ishi’s tongue running over the surface as he absently slipped his fingers into the claws at his belt.
”The numbers inside are sure to be great with so many of us. Split their forces at least in two, so perhaps a single team might assist should they gain the advantage.” His adoptive father would have been proud of Ishi’s analysis, if not of the way he slid the tip of each claw through the bitter paste he had only just tasted with an excited smile. The lid was replaced and the container vanished, pads of his fingers spreading the thicker portions of his poison and medicine carefully and evenly over the weapons’ edges and tips. ”Or perhaps the elders would like to take lead and demonstrate what foreign Slayers can do?” The beast was slowly beginning to bare its fangs at the prospect of battle, Ishi’s smile showing tooth and an appetite boar would never satisfy.
His own Shirokami kept her silence, whether as a result of the tidbits of boar meat Ishi would give her or because the other birds had made such a racket was anyone’s guess, but the white raven carried herself with a dignity and poise Ishi considered absent in the crows and equally foreign birds that adorned the elder Demon Slayers’ shoulders. Strange again that the wildling who had eaten the flesh of a demon at such a tender age would be so presentable.
Toshiko and Sumi bantered, their exchanges welcome relief to the ear despite Toshiko’s venom and Sumi’s halfheartedness. This, at least, was a familiarity, and the volatile Toshiko was always more tolerable when her target was anyone but Ishi. Strive as he might to honor his family to the best of his abilities, Toshiko called to the beast he kept so carefully hidden. Best that she remain occupied, and his mouth kept busy with his meal.
The crumbling building came to sight, and Sumi seamlessly changed masks and poise, a wooden tipped arrow knocked and a proposition made on how to move forward. Ishi’s flank was now little more than bone, a few spindly scraps of meat dangling from it that were snatched up by Shirokami before she took to the skies. Ishi tossed the remnants to the side and removed a small, round container from within his haori. The thin wooden lid was lifted away and a pale lavender paste revealed, Ishi’s tongue running over the surface as he absently slipped his fingers into the claws at his belt.
”The numbers inside are sure to be great with so many of us. Split their forces at least in two, so perhaps a single team might assist should they gain the advantage.” His adoptive father would have been proud of Ishi’s analysis, if not of the way he slid the tip of each claw through the bitter paste he had only just tasted with an excited smile. The lid was replaced and the container vanished, pads of his fingers spreading the thicker portions of his poison and medicine carefully and evenly over the weapons’ edges and tips. ”Or perhaps the elders would like to take lead and demonstrate what foreign Slayers can do?” The beast was slowly beginning to bare its fangs at the prospect of battle, Ishi’s smile showing tooth and an appetite boar would never satisfy.