[center][h1][color=#b23434]S[/COLOR] [color=#ce4d4d]A[/COLOR] [color=#d95a5a]Y[/color] [color=#d95a5a]A[/color] [color=#ce4d4d]K[/color] [color=#b23434]O[/color][/h1][/center] [color=silver]Sayako had barely gotten to enjoy her impromptu post-death nap for half a minute before she was already forced to acknowledge someone’s presence. From the sound of it, the man on the horse had dropped onto the grass next to her, apparently offering a hand. [i]M’lady[/i], though? For some reason, hearing that felt... wrong. Really wrong. [i]Gross[/i], even. Sayako had barely mustered up the mental strength to look up and see the fabled hand, when another equally strange person practically burst out from the forest. She seemed to be choking on her own hurry to get out angry exclamations, then suddenly pulled out a sword - and lunged towards Sayako. In an instant, the oni jumped to stand. Her form was low and tense - as if prepared for combat. Sayako unsheathed a wakizashi she didn’t know she owned, holding it up in a way she didn’t know she was supposed to. Her eyes were reflexively fixed onto the woman, and a strange sense of déjà vu filled her with dread. [i]Again?[/i] Did the fighting never end? The woman was approaching fast, prancing across the field like a psychotic, armed deer. Then, at the noble guy’s orders, she sheathed her blade, and--- ---practically threw herself onto the ground to grovel in front of him. ... Oh. So. She was an idiot. Sayako relaxed her stance, but did not let go of her weapon. The ikemen guy had turned away from her to talk to the rest of the group. He’d left his back unguarded. He might have been one of them. She should kill him. ... W-wait, what?[i] Huh? [/i]Why?! Sure, he was annoying as all hell, but-- back home, you didn’t just [i]kill [/i]people you didn’t like! You did in war, though. [color=#886567][i]But this isn’t war![/i][/color] While Sayako was busy contemplating unprovoked manslaughter, the rest of the group did the much more sensible thing and introduced themselves. It was then that it occurred to her they were all humans - save for one, super tall, grey-skinned guy. By all means, [i]he [/i]was the one she should have been freaked out by, especially when she happened to catch a glimpse of a horn peeking out from among his hair. But... no. It was the [i]humans [/i]that gave her pause. Which was weird, because last she checked, she was a human too. ... Ever so slowly, Sayako started to feel her way up her head, over her - strangely voluminous? - hair, until-- [color=#886567][i]“AHHHHHHH!”[/i][/color] She threw both hands onto her head, squeezing her horns and giving them a strong, panicked tug. It nearly sent her right back onto the grass; she had to take a few clumsy steps forward to prevent it. Another gasp, and she yanked the horns backwards, also forced to mirror the action with her feet. Forth, back, forth, back. Then she remembered she wasn’t alone. And that she was supposed to introduce herself. At this rate, she was going to come across just as weird as the girl who stared open-mouthed at the ground and the guy that wanted to tame bears-! [color=#886567]“...A--Ah. A-ahem.[i] Ahem.[/i] I’m---”[/color] she hesitated, though she didn’t know why, [color=#886567]“I’m Sayako.” [/color] Not knowing what else to say, she tried to remember what her only kin had said, figuring he knew something she didn’t about this whole oni thing. Honestly, she probably should have said nothing. What she did say, was, [color=#886567]“I won’t eat you either."[/color] She contemplated for a moment, then added a very uncertain, [color=#886567]"... Probably.”[/color][/color]