An unfamiliar gaze that had found the target he was looking for.
Genji pressed himself against a wall, having wandered for a bit of time now, trying to decide on the smells around here. It felt almost like home, yet better. Home was Order and Restriction, with kitsune-tsukai lurking around to assure his father of his containment. Home was watching your older brother break into two, twist and change. One half dying off into a pact with a oni. The other half running away, to leave the house hold burden on the younger one. Home was being brought before the council and forced into it's service.
Home was no more, when he was done with it. Burned and left to ash. What was left of the Shimada Clan was a handful of elders, a temple of smoke, and world news of the clan's fall.
And one angry oni looking to take it out on the last dragon. Dragons were rare, and rarer still were the long royal dragons like himself. He was literally in trouble no matter where he went. And yet here he was, taking a moment to relax. Sniffing out the smells of the area. A high concentration of magical beings were around here. In the OPEN no less.
He had wrapped himself in a long poncho, and hid his face and hair with a long brim hat, moving through this place going from one smell to another. After a few runs ins with others, that pancho turned to a black hoodie and that hat turned to a ball cap, making it easier to blend in with the youth here. He found too many things here. A wolf, he had smelled those before and did not like it. A creature he was unsure of, a man that smelled of salt and fire, another that came to him as sand and wood smoke. And then there was the one that caught his attention.
A woman, he decided, moving towards a market. He really should go the other way, but the smell she gave off was sweet. Appealing. He had a weakness for sweets, and for ladies. In that very Dragon and Princess way, sadly. He moved inside the market, and wandered between shelves, hands in his pockets, trying to follow her with out being noticed. To a common magic person, that magical bleed problem might seem to have gone away, but to something as old as he was, he understood what it was he was following. It pulled at his belly and made it growl as he stalked, trying to catch just a good sight of her.
you know it!
Genji pressed himself against a wall, having wandered for a bit of time now, trying to decide on the smells around here. It felt almost like home, yet better. Home was Order and Restriction, with kitsune-tsukai lurking around to assure his father of his containment. Home was watching your older brother break into two, twist and change. One half dying off into a pact with a oni. The other half running away, to leave the house hold burden on the younger one. Home was being brought before the council and forced into it's service.
Home was no more, when he was done with it. Burned and left to ash. What was left of the Shimada Clan was a handful of elders, a temple of smoke, and world news of the clan's fall.
And one angry oni looking to take it out on the last dragon. Dragons were rare, and rarer still were the long royal dragons like himself. He was literally in trouble no matter where he went. And yet here he was, taking a moment to relax. Sniffing out the smells of the area. A high concentration of magical beings were around here. In the OPEN no less.
He had wrapped himself in a long poncho, and hid his face and hair with a long brim hat, moving through this place going from one smell to another. After a few runs ins with others, that pancho turned to a black hoodie and that hat turned to a ball cap, making it easier to blend in with the youth here. He found too many things here. A wolf, he had smelled those before and did not like it. A creature he was unsure of, a man that smelled of salt and fire, another that came to him as sand and wood smoke. And then there was the one that caught his attention.
A woman, he decided, moving towards a market. He really should go the other way, but the smell she gave off was sweet. Appealing. He had a weakness for sweets, and for ladies. In that very Dragon and Princess way, sadly. He moved inside the market, and wandered between shelves, hands in his pockets, trying to follow her with out being noticed. To a common magic person, that magical bleed problem might seem to have gone away, but to something as old as he was, he understood what it was he was following. It pulled at his belly and made it growl as he stalked, trying to catch just a good sight of her.