Snippet #2742975

Itami let out a breath after a while and stood up, cracking his limbs. He had probably sat there for a few hours and hadn't realized the area had become quite dry of other Yokai. "Another one? They're making this village soft with ideals of love." He chuckled upon the realisation of another ceremony. He didn't despise the idea of the celebrations- for one, they were older than him, so he knew they had become common practice- he just disliked what they did to the Yokai who were supposedly evil and ferocious. He had good reasoning behind this disliking, he knew all to well what happens to the Yokai who make the wrong decisions.

Yokai had begun refilling the streets. Most staid away from the young Okuri Inu, a natural occurrence. He closed his eyes and walked, knowing his way of by heart. He still pondered upon which clan leader would be his victim. This was soon answered as the white-eyed spirit spotted a certain fox. A devious smile danced on his lips. Itami walked up next to the Kitsune, "Tut, tut, tut, smoking those pipes are bad for your health, fox." He chuckled, raising a sleeved hand to his mouth.