[center][h3]???, Shinto Streets[/h3] 
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[color=2e2c2c]"Colliding uphill paths. Broken hourglass. Upwards falling sand."[/color]

Under the blanket of night, it had been granted permission to hunt. No, not granted permission, but handed an order to hunt. Were the decision its to make and not Owner's, it would have happily stayed behind in ■■■■. After all, the things it had been told to hunt were absurd existences, terrifying breaches of logic that caused it to shudder merely at the thought of them.

[color=2e2c2c]"Strong. Smells strong. Hero, beast, same but different. Frightening, it's frightening."[/color]

Found one. It had found one. Had the one found it? No, he could likely feel its presence now. After all, it was something that eroded at "reality" simply by existing. He smelled strong, so no doubt he had keen perception; even if the small thing next to him hadn't noticed, he likely had. 

What was that reek that poured off of him? Hiding under that blinding [i]shine[/i] that those absurd things all possessed was an undercurrent of something equally terrifying. Sovereign, beast, devourer. Frightening, frightening, frightening. 

[color=2e2c2c]"Go away. Go away. Go away. [i][b]Go away[/b][/i]-"[/color]
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No more than a split second after something entered the fringes of Siegfried's perception, some blurry existence watching from a distance, than did the harsh buzz of an insect's wings fill the air. At first barely audible, then steadily growing louder with each passing instant. An incomprehensible voice screamed out amidst that din, and yet didn't seem to have any volume to it, melting into the backdrop but leaving the sense that "something was said". 

And from afar, a growing pinprick in the sky illuminated by the glancing light of the moon, that very something approached the dragon-slayer and magus.