Out of all of the demons, Ibis was probably the most uncomfortable in the new setting. For one who was once the controller of an entire universal plane, of which she could build and destroy anything of which she desired— this humid, bug infested, [i]disgusting[/i] realm was anything but enjoyable.

But, it was knowledge.

Ibis poked at the clothes she had dressed her human form in, appropriate attire for a human of her estimated age. She then fumbled with the messy hair and frowned at the tan complexion she wore. Ibis felt unbelievably out of place in this body. What could she do? Even the Omniscient Owl suffered from such the drain in souls and power affecting the demon kind. She let out a huff of air.

The girl ran her fingers through the black bangs, covering her currently closed third eye Absent-mindedly. She gave a vague glance to Grandmother Wolf, her gaze dead and emotionless as always. Something felt... off. There were other presences heading this way.

The owl closed her two main eyes, the third opening slowly on her forehead and beginning to glow its dusty pink color. [color=darkturquoise]”Soldier men, humans. Not very many, it seems to be a patrol group. If it is wished, I could confuse them long enough to allow us by.”[/color] At her offer, Ibis opened her other two eyes, also glowing, to direct her attention to Grandmother, she seeming to be the seniority of not the most leader-worthy of the troupe.

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