Established 2015 & Penned by Brooklyn.
"oi. piss off, lizard. m'tryin' t'get some shut-eye 'ere."
the hanyō barks down at his unwelcome visitor, resting up above along a tree branch. its in the middle of the day, and
he's not too tired, but now's a good a time as any to catch some Z's. Shiryu, on the other hand, seemed to decide it was the perfect time to harass the half-demon.
THE NERVE. THE GALL. THE GUMPTION & THE AUBSOLUTE AUDACITY that comes just from the breath of this mutt. As he looked up seeing only the bottom of the hanyō & some flecks of SILVER that flew in the wind. Shiryu felt the top of his brow twitch in agitation. ❛ Says the being who has the nerve to set himself up on MY MOUNTAIN. ❜ Now now Shiryu, be fair. This was not the top of the mountain—it was the bottom base of it. Once in a blue moon, the dragon would find himself shockingly BORED of his surroundings & venture down; he mingled with the village folk & learned from them through various QUESTIONS & CURIOSITIES just what time of the year it was. This was his only means of keeping track of time. His head turned some—his eye fixed on the other who would NOT get any sleep while he was awake. ❛ You’re here. Where is your human caretaker. I dare not think she’s allowed you to venture off on your own for TOO long. ❜
