[ Ozone, flesh and blood...fine leather. Having already been threatened down the gullet of gnashing and gnarling Yokai before tonight, before rendering them headless in a traumatizing sight, the lone wolf that survives continues the hunt. The last flecks of humanity he has stay buried beneath the surface- never snuffed out, but beneath the layers of monstrosity that manifest as the Lunar Curse takes hold of the acerbic swordsman when he tracks down the kitsune man.
"Y'know how to use it?"
Cloud doesn't pounce. Not yet. His claws dig into the red handle of his Buster Sword as he clutches it tighter. Blood and viscera line the blade's end as it leads down to the point, slowly pulling from his back as he raises it above his head...and back down as he falls into a stance. On the surface, he seemingly looks calm and cool. But the mismatched gold and azure of his eyes screams of the conflict between man and beast. And how he desires nothing more than to take out that conflict upon a fellow hunter.
The night belongs to only one. The time for lament and regret can come after they've seen the end of this scrap and the morning sun returns them to sanity. ]
Real question is if you can handle this much.
[ Whether the flirtatious nature behind that lilt was lost on Cloud or not... He's just in the mood to play. And for whoever makes the first move, it wasn't going to be pretty. ]
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"Y'know how to use it?"
Cloud doesn't pounce. Not yet. His claws dig into the red handle of his Buster Sword as he clutches it tighter. Blood and viscera line the blade's end as it leads down to the point, slowly pulling from his back as he raises it above his head...and back down as he falls into a stance. On the surface, he seemingly looks calm and cool. But the mismatched gold and azure of his eyes screams of the conflict between man and beast. And how he desires nothing more than to take out that conflict upon a fellow hunter.
The night belongs to only one. The time for lament and regret can come after they've seen the end of this scrap and the morning sun returns them to sanity. ]
Real question is if you can handle this much.
[ Whether the flirtatious nature behind that lilt was lost on Cloud or not... He's just in the mood to play. And for whoever makes the first move, it wasn't going to be pretty. ]