The nekomata growled, both tails fluffed up behind him. How he managed to find himself in the middle of a village that actually liked the two-tailed was beyond him. He was death! He could literally rip them all apart! Akumu wanted nothing more than to be put down again but it seemed the humans had other plans, dancing around and practically passing him off like some toy.
If that mutt Matsuura is watching, I'm going to kill him.
It wasn't like he couldn't just change into his humanoid form, but the last thing he needed right now was them screaming. He wasn't yet sure which was worse: being passed around like a toy or their screeching when they remember he was a yokai. A nekomata.
He was positive Matsuura was watching. Akumu growled again as a young girl took him in her arms and he hissed at her. How none of them were concerned with his behavior or the fact that he had TWO-TAILS was beyond him. Maybe they were all under some spell.
Wait... Did he put a spell on them?!
He wouldn't put it past the mutt to do something like this and his growl became deeper the more he thought about it. Akumu attempted to get out of the girls hands, clawing at her and pushing away, hissing with the threat of biting and yet, she was unfazed.
Definitely a spell, has to be.
Akumu stopped growling when he realized something was put on him. Several of the kids had circled him, held him down and putting something on his fur. He couldn't tell what exactly was going on outside their giggles and dirty little hands touching him. He'd have to take ten baths later just to clean his fur.
When they finally freed him, he was covered in hair ornaments and other beauty products.
I am male you ridiculous mortals. Wait...
Suddenly he bolted, realizing they no longer had a hold of him. He could hear them all calling out for the two-tailed cat to come back. Akumu didn't stop until he couldn't hear any of their vile voices again, using his paw to try and get some of the pieces off his furr.
I'm going to kill him. I know this was his fault.
If that mutt Matsuura is watching, I'm going to kill him.
It wasn't like he couldn't just change into his humanoid form, but the last thing he needed right now was them screaming. He wasn't yet sure which was worse: being passed around like a toy or their screeching when they remember he was a yokai. A nekomata.
He was positive Matsuura was watching. Akumu growled again as a young girl took him in her arms and he hissed at her. How none of them were concerned with his behavior or the fact that he had TWO-TAILS was beyond him. Maybe they were all under some spell.
Wait... Did he put a spell on them?!
He wouldn't put it past the mutt to do something like this and his growl became deeper the more he thought about it. Akumu attempted to get out of the girls hands, clawing at her and pushing away, hissing with the threat of biting and yet, she was unfazed.
Definitely a spell, has to be.
Akumu stopped growling when he realized something was put on him. Several of the kids had circled him, held him down and putting something on his fur. He couldn't tell what exactly was going on outside their giggles and dirty little hands touching him. He'd have to take ten baths later just to clean his fur.
When they finally freed him, he was covered in hair ornaments and other beauty products.
I am male you ridiculous mortals. Wait...
Suddenly he bolted, realizing they no longer had a hold of him. He could hear them all calling out for the two-tailed cat to come back. Akumu didn't stop until he couldn't hear any of their vile voices again, using his paw to try and get some of the pieces off his furr.
I'm going to kill him. I know this was his fault.