Rakshasa Of Wrath
The Rakshasa of Slaughter
Yuukinan blinked at Ichika, a girl who confused her more than anything else really. She blinked at her a couple of times more before she sighed softly and gestured to the pile of corpses.
"What? Them? They attacked me in the first place, so I retaliated. Of course, it would be lying to say I wasn't planning to-- wait, not nice? I don't understand what you're trying to get at here. And why should I stop? Even if I'd rather not do this, spreading this shit is better than getting punished for not doing my job..."
Yuukinan looked at Ichika still with more confusion as she stared at the girl. It would be so easy just to cut her down, a single swipe and she would be cut in half. But, something held her back. It wasn't Ikari for once, it was something else that was very, very strange to Yuukinan. Emulation? Actual emotion? Yuukinan stumbled backwards and let her sword clatter to the ground as it fell from her hand. She grabbed her head and groaned softly as she suppressed some of the emotions. In that moment, Ikari popped out of a portal and jumped onto Yuukinan as a fox, a tiny fox attached to her back. She nuzzled Yuukinan's neck and the demon slowly stopped holding her head and picked her sword back up. She sheathed the blade, which was more deadly than normal weapons, and she snapped her fingers; the oorja receding slowly.
Yuukinan looked at her and quickly drew her sword again, putting the blade against Ichika's neck for a moment before Yuukinan sighed and sheathed her blade, leaving the weapon at her side and putting her hand on Ichika's neck to wipe anything that may have gotten on the girl's neck; which was likely some of the corrosive properties of the blade. Luckily, it was removed before it could do damage. But, Yuukinan't hand stayed on Ichika's neck; call it caution as Yuukinan was looking at a being with wings. Of her knowledge, those with wings normally could spell bad times for Demons, so, she simply remained careful; emotions pounding through her head. Her grip around Ichika's neck neither tightened or loosened, but, it would not be slipped out of. She looked Ichika directly in the eye, no longer intent on harming her, but, she certainly did not want to take risks; hence the hand on Ichika's throat. However, her hand soon softly remained on her neck. It would be a very strange gesture from the girl; one that basically was trusting she wouldn't try to stab her.
"I'm Yuukinan, Yuukinan Asthavon; though I am barely related to the family... actually, I'm not related to the family at all. And this here is Ikari."
Yuukinan pet Ikari on the head, how was now sitting on her shoulder, and she made a mewing sound at that and grinned at Ichika. She soon hopped off Yuukinan's shoulder and smiled at Ichika as she was in her human form.
"You'll have to forgive Yuukinan's reach and grasp on your throat. She doesn't mean to hurt or scare. Frankly, she was simply cleaning off something that would've burned a hole into your neck! That and I think she may like how smooth your skin is. I dunno, I seriously cannot tell. Ah, but, don't be mad, she doesn't want to hurt you! I think. Don't make her mad..."
Yuukinan looked at Ikari and shrugged, not entirely sure what she was doing either. She eventually removed her hand from Ichika's neck and stared directly into her eyes.
"Tell me... why are you fighting the spread of the Black World and Oorja, Ichika...? As far as I understand or care it's a bit of a chore to spread the stuff."