"So...Are you going to buy anything...ehh...?" The man behind the stall asked before stifling a yawn. Keepa took their time, soundlessly admiring the baubles and wrist-watches near the vendor's till. The man's comment was in the form of a half-question, not entirely certain of their customer's gender. "My apologies, I just..." Keepa sighed, holding up two different watches with curiosity before biting their lip with a small click. "...I can only afford one, and they are both so beautiful. You have quite the eye for merchandise, sir~" the demon coo'd, offering a sheepish smile. The goal was in its works, weather he wanted a watch or not, the merchant was the prize all along. In truth, he wished he had the money for even one of the watches. "I would so sooner have both, although I bet you-" he began before the body of another man crashed into the cart, sending the contents sprawling and the salesman unconscious.

Without breaking their expression, Keepa took their time to put both watches on one of his wrists, syncing them in silence while turning to the source of the disturbance. A towering beast, feasting on humans. It made me look bad~
"OI!" Keepa called, protective of his cattle in his resolution to stand up to the fiend.

~~~[u]1st person[/u]~~~

The mere visage was daunting, though it had a strange eldritch pull on me. I was wholesomely disgusted by this feeling; rejected from my homeland, I would reject those who would be considered 'wild'...the term 'hypocrite' comes to mind. Others gave me such a title, and they are not here. Lead by example, yes?

If it was capable of feeling what I felt, it would know that I was no human. Striding closer into the shade of the buildings, I intended to clarify my intentions with the mounting inky darkness of my reach. He would find it difficult to stand on a ground that ate away at his very essence.
I was curious what demons tasted like~
There was hope that the pain of remaining in my web would encourage him to leave. I was very uncertain if I could actually best such a monster in close combat, hoping I would win out through attrition, alone.