Foster
Shadowheart
Simply Not Real
Not a Sayan
DaemonsRevenge~Dressed like royalty...But normal nobles do not normally go falling from the sky in some sort of crazy storm~ He pondered as he more closely examined the sleeping woman ~The style is so western as well. A Chinese goddess maybe?~ He doubted that rather utterly, gods don't come to earth anymore, and there would be little reason for a deity of the western mainland to come out to japan. And the outfit was not entirely western in origin. Some unique amalgamation of the two distinct styles. ~Royalty then, not divinity, but royalty of where or what? And just what kind of beast are you? What has tails, scales, horns, and-~ Raiko's eyes widened suddenly and her almost jumped away from the sleeping girl.
"DRAGON!" He yelped aloud. His voice breaking the odd silence after the raging storm. like a stone breaking the smooth surface of a pond. "She's a Dragon." He looked up briefly at the sky, still mostly obscured by clouds. It would certainly explain the falling...and the weather. Only being he knew could exert this much control over the weather than the Raijin itself was the dragons. He looked back down at her. "A dragon princess..." He mumbled to himself. He anxiously fiddled with his umbrella. The smart thing to do would be to leave. She hadn't seen him, no one had seen him with her, there was no need to entangle himself in the affairs of dragons. With how they were ran out by the rulers of this land, he could not imagine them taking kindly to a return of their kind. The smart thing to do would be to leave, just pull up a little cloud and fly out of here as rapidly as possible.
So why was he stooping down and picking her up? Well it could be argued the young half demon was a idiot. You would probably be right about that. But the honest to god truth was that his mother raised him to never let anyone, especially a girl, go un helped when he could provide aid.
He carried her into the forest. He had seen a little abandoned shrine not far from here on his way in. It would provide shelter from the wind and a place for her to rest. he could also light a little fire in a brazier to help with the wet and cold. And he did just that, laying her down after getting a nice little fire going from bits of the interior of the shrines itself, as it was the only wood to be found that wasn't soaked after the storm.
He very briefly considered undressing her so that she would warm up quicker and her clothing would dry sooner, but he didn't want to think about what would happen if a dragon woke up naked and alone with some random demon.
"DRAGON!" He yelped aloud. His voice breaking the odd silence after the raging storm. like a stone breaking the smooth surface of a pond. "She's a Dragon." He looked up briefly at the sky, still mostly obscured by clouds. It would certainly explain the falling...and the weather. Only being he knew could exert this much control over the weather than the Raijin itself was the dragons. He looked back down at her. "A dragon princess..." He mumbled to himself. He anxiously fiddled with his umbrella. The smart thing to do would be to leave. She hadn't seen him, no one had seen him with her, there was no need to entangle himself in the affairs of dragons. With how they were ran out by the rulers of this land, he could not imagine them taking kindly to a return of their kind. The smart thing to do would be to leave, just pull up a little cloud and fly out of here as rapidly as possible.
So why was he stooping down and picking her up? Well it could be argued the young half demon was a idiot. You would probably be right about that. But the honest to god truth was that his mother raised him to never let anyone, especially a girl, go un helped when he could provide aid.
He carried her into the forest. He had seen a little abandoned shrine not far from here on his way in. It would provide shelter from the wind and a place for her to rest. he could also light a little fire in a brazier to help with the wet and cold. And he did just that, laying her down after getting a nice little fire going from bits of the interior of the shrines itself, as it was the only wood to be found that wasn't soaked after the storm.
He very briefly considered undressing her so that she would warm up quicker and her clothing would dry sooner, but he didn't want to think about what would happen if a dragon woke up naked and alone with some random demon.