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This is an independent & selective roleplay blog for DRAGON NO SHIRYU of Masami Kurumada's SAINT SEIYA. Heavily Headcanon & Anime-based with mild manga influences.
Established 2015 & Penned by Brooklyn.
Be not afraid of growing slowly be afraid only of standing still.
the half-demon crosses his arms over his chest, closing one eye and keeping the other to watch the dragon. though inuyasha had no doubts that if he really wanted to, the other would eat him — and only if inuyasha decided not to put up a fight. but they needed each other, as much as inuyasha hated it. he’d rather work with just group than someone he wasn’t sure he could trust.
"ya still need me, y'spineless bastard. otherwise you would’ve gobbled me up a long time ago. ‘sides, don’t think it’ll be that easy to take me down. maybe once we finish this and find that demon, we can see who really comes out on top.”
❛ I need not the help of you. I gave myWORDto the archer that I will not ingest you & I aim to KEEP that. ❜ Pride would not allow him to give the dog the SATISFACTION he wanted. Up his nose went, walking past the other down the path to their next destination. Tomes were his favorite pastimes to collect; a well of KNOWLEDGE & LORE was he & ever thirsty for more. Read it once & burn the remains. The only copy to be left in the world was he. It made Shiryu aHEFTY prize for those seeking to absorb his soul. Who truly was to think that the inu-hanyou was ANY different.
His eye was always on him, even if it was sometimes HALF-LIDDED. ❛ Yes—I heard of this one. ❜ He breathed out, making sure not to let his strides become WIDER than he needed to be, not wanting to leave the other in the dust. Why, he might think he was trying to GET AWAY from him. Perish the thought. Contrary to popular belief & his own rhetoric towards the other, this was the most FUN Shiryu has had awake in a long time. ❛ I can’t say I know its name; I don’t care too much for other Yokais—especially KAPPA, of all things. ❜
"wha—- HEY, we aren’t done talking !“ bakugou steps forward to follow, brows pulling together behind mask. he didn’t know what this guy’s deal was, but the way he was acting just didn’t sit right with him. what he was wearing looked WAY too good to be cosplay, sounded too real to be anything else.
”if it’s cosplay,“ he starts, effortlessly falling into step beside the other, “where the hell’s the con? last i checked, there aren’t any this time of year.”
Great. This was, in no waySHAPE OR FORM a good thing. Difficult was it to ruffle the scales of the dragon saint; this child was managing to LIFT some of them with minimum effort. One eye looked to his side, catching a glimpse of the other with his semi INTRUSIVE color scheme. How the hell was he supposed to lose this guy? Why was he so DEAD SET on following? Where was Seiya when he actually needed someone to divert the attention?
His head turned, nose pointed up. ❛ I don’t have to tell you ANYTHING. I don’t even know you. ❜ How SNOTTY.How UNBECOMING of Shiryu. What would Dohko think? ❛ & I don’t have time to explain ANYTHING to you. ❜
bakugou stares stupidly at the other before brows pinch together. hands come to rest at his hips, head cocking a bit to the side to look up at him, scowl tugging the corners of his mouth down.
"armor or cosplay – which is it?“ he growls out, unnecessarily aggressive. but really, how could he be sure this guy wasn’t going to hurt anyone? he was just a sketchy looking character and he wasn’t just going to let him move along if he wasn’t a registered hero.
Just who the hell was this…KID? & was there anything TRULY to explain to him? It was best for people to know less about the saints as possible & Shiryu was NOT in the mood to explain things to someone who looked as though they never got over HALLOWEEEN.
❛ Cosplay armor—put a lot of time into making it look REALISTIC down to the feel. ❜ & for ADDED EFFECT, Shiryu lifted his forearm that held a shield. With the other, he used a lone knuckle to KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK against it. ❛ Now, if we’re done talking here—I bid you farewell. ❜ Time to attempt to LICKITY-SPLIT.