The voice reverberates inside of him in a way that's unpleasantly reminiscent of the moment Lord Ruby Eye first spoke to him directly. And yet this being's voice isn't anywhere near as harsh, though it still overwhelms. It doesn't feel like any mazoku he's ever met. But then, what could it...?
He scarcely has time to wonder before he feels large, soft paws envelop him. It feels akin to being picked up by an array of warm cushions made from soft leather, with fur in between each cushion. This must be the beast that was sniffing at him. Rezo doesn't bother resisting, and he isn't even sure he can.
Summoning what courage and wit he can scrape together, Rezo asks "Who... Who are you?"
As he speaks, he begins to tremble. When he realizes this, he feels a surge of irritation at himself for such an unhelpful reaction.
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Date: 2025-05-12 11:26 pm (UTC)He scarcely has time to wonder before he feels large, soft paws envelop him. It feels akin to being picked up by an array of warm cushions made from soft leather, with fur in between each cushion. This must be the beast that was sniffing at him. Rezo doesn't bother resisting, and he isn't even sure he can.
Summoning what courage and wit he can scrape together, Rezo asks "Who... Who are you?"
As he speaks, he begins to tremble. When he realizes this, he feels a surge of irritation at himself for such an unhelpful reaction.