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[h3][sup]Stewing within anger that will last for centuries.[/sup][/h3][/center][hr]   
           What
            A
              Terrible 
                     Evening… 

      Thankfully for her, the bear-masked familiar would tend to Guen’s distraught transgressions. It was fitting, perhaps not morally, but fitting nonetheless despite Guen’s lack of knowledge about her predicament. That sensation of having knowledge that others did not was something that Mura quite enjoyed, but there was no room for jubilation with the swirling of anger still remaining in her gullet. Enjoyment would have to wait.

     [color=#0FFFA7]     “Robin,”[/color] Mura quietly spoke, and from behind her the young human woman would swing the door open with her head low in respect for her proprietress

     [b]”Yes, proprietress?”[/b] Robin had known Mura for a number of years, which was long enough to see through the facade of warmth and composure that she often masqueraded with.

       [color=#0FFFA7]    “Take a trip around town, let the locals know that we will not be allowing anyone wielding a nichirin sword within our borders for the foreseeable future.”[/color] Venom laced Mura’s words, spite and anger dripping from her tongue and running down the cherry painted lips— almost enough to draw the beast of hunger out of her. But it wouldn’t.

     [b]”At once.”[/b] Robin nodded once, somber and slow, before closing the paper door in front of her and dashing to grab her sandals and take off through the front door running swiftly, covering ground faster than a mere keeper of baths should.

            If there were some aspect of fire to her, smoke would be pluming out from her nostrils— that thought crossed her mind and slowly she would return to the room that the police chief once rested within. She was gone. With an event like this, Mura couldn’t blame her and simply sat down onto one of the cushions with her legs sprawled out and reached for her still smoldering pipe. She chewed and suckled ‘pon the wooden end as she struggled to keep her thoughts in order just as the massive wolf that typically rested within the Onsen’s attic came to rest at the proprietress side. Her eyes flickered red, the glow of her familiar vision fluttering alight as heat singed her lashes, crackling and sizzling as once again something pushed her.
 
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The great wolf sensed its mother’s anger, and without a word spoken he rose to his legs and began rushing to make its way out of the Onsen. Out the window, leaping high into the air, onto a rooftop— and then another, faster than a bullet to make its way to a kindred of Muragarasu. It wouldn’t take long, a few minutes would pass at most before the wolf arrived at the Seikishi Bar. Whatever damage had been done to Mamushi was akin to harm upon the wolf itself, and with a singular glowing red eye it glared with teeth awry as a low growled rumbled like thunder within the beast’s throat. 

Wolves in Japan were — unusual to say the least? The last of them had gone extinct decades ago, so what onlookers would be seeing with their eyes could only be described as a ghost of the past. That is precisely what he was; the ancient canid had a coat was clean, fur patches might’ve been matted from exposure to the elements but the, but strikingly was the clear arrowheads peaking through the beast’s back. He was also strapped with a pouch near the rear of his body, within it were small kunai, a spool of wire, and a pocket full of something?

The beast would not spring into action just yet, but he paced closer to the kindred demon and licked at her wounds. 

[sup]And Mura watched through his eyes.[/sup]