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[Keylyn May]

Ayumi noticed that even after she whispered her permission, Byakuren still seemed to hesitate. This seemed similar to how he was before, and Ayumi wondered what still remained of his previous self. Did he remember the feeling of keeping his distance from her because of his fear of hurting her? She guessed that he did since there was still hesitation before his lips met her own. Once she felt his lips on hers, however, her thoughts seemed to come to a halt and all she could think about then was the feeling of his lips.

His kisses were gentle, soft, and careful. Soon she felt his hand move from her cheek to become wrapped in her hair, and her own hands came up to rest upon his chest. She let out a slight moan at the feel of his hand in her hair, having missed the feeling of how freely he had once been able to touch her. She missed the fact that she could get this close to Byakuren at one point before his arm had been cursed by Osamu. At the movement of his arm turning her and then placing her upon his lap, Ayumi's lips formed a small smile. Her heart was pounding, her breathing had sped up just slightly, and her hands gripped the front of his clothing softly now.

She felt him nibble her bottom lip, a light laugh escaping her at the feeling. Ayumi had heard his soft growl, remembering the few times he had done so before when they had been able to be close. Her fingers wrapped into his clothing, pulling herself closer to him. Her actions were soft and slow, careful not to rush, yet she wanted to be closer. "Byakuren." His name left her lips in a soft whisper, relishing in this moment.

 

[LONELYRAIN]

Byakuren's blood felt as if a flame had suddenly ignited within as she had whispered his name, his heart speeding up within his chest. His teeth had left her bottom lip as she had laughed, pausing in the midst of his kisses as if to attempt to memorize the sound. It was a pleasant sound indeed, one that he had a feeling he had cherished. It made a bittersweet feeling settle deep within him, wishing that he could possibly remember any of the other times prior that Ayumi had laughed, though these feelings of sentimentality were quick to be overrun by an emotion coiling within his stomach. Even as he had taken a moment to regain control of his senses, to possibly keep himself in check and as careful as possible, part of him truly wished to throw all caution into the wind and allow himself to let loose.

A part of him was beginning to remember the sweet temptation that was his mate, and the haze that would overcome him every time he would experience these moments of passion. Though, he no longer could remember prior moments, it caused a sensation of alarm to go through him almost immediately at the reckless sensation that went through him. Ayumi was merely mortal after all, if he were to lose control for just a single second... It simply would not end well. But, he wanted more, much more physical attention from her. The feeling of longing within him did not cease, and he wished to satisfy it if only for a little bit longer. So, after a few moments of which seemed that Byakuren was yet again hesitating, the oni had finally kissed her again although this kiss was reminiscent of his kisses when he was growing possessive, and far more passionate than the careful and hesitant ones. His lips moved hungrily against hers as he continued to hold her close, excitement beginning to run through his body as the oni had suddenly moved again, his body cradling her own underneath him as the oni's hands had moved instead to grip the tough hide that was providing some safety from the sandy floor. His nails sunk into the hide, breathing becoming more feverish as his lips parted from her own and begun to pepper kisses alongside her jaw then back to claim her lips again, preparing to deepen the kiss... only to suddenly stop.

Byakuren leaned away, a feeling of dissatisfaction settling within him. Even if he did desire so much more, and followed the emotions coursing within him to reconnect with his mate once more in such a passionate manner... he could not. Not yet, especially in so thin of a tent of all places. Yes, they had their privacy for now, but reason was slowly sinking into the oni that quite literally any of the exiles could stride in at any time if they caused enough noise. It was obvious that Byakuren was indeed a bit annoyed by this fact, but the oni had closed his eyes and shook his head lightly at Ayumi, though not before placing a soft kiss upon her cheek as he murmured, "Let us keep this here for now. We don't have much privacy." His tone was breathless, but dripping with his frustration. But, it was necessary in order to keep Ayumi safe as he had yet to say anything to the exiles on Ayumi being his mate: something that he had been informed just recently. He needed to keep a cool head in a situation like this, getting carried away would only lead to Ayumi possibly getting hurt and that was a risk he would not take.

The oni had then shifted his weight, getting of from Ayumi, but his soft voice once more purred in her ear before he could put any space between them, "Though, you certainly make this hard for me to stop."

 

[Keylyn May]

Ayumi felt Byakuren pause for a moment, and she attempted to get her heart and breathing to slow down. Her mind could hardly focus on anything that wasn't Byakuren. The worries she held, fear, and questions about what they needed to do next flew far from her mind as this moment eased on. Everything around her melted away to leave just her and Byakuren in this moment, just the two of them after so long. That's when she felt Byakuren's kisses shift. They were no longer hesitant as if he was afraid to hurt her, but rather they were hungry and possessive. Ayumi could recall times before that he held this possessiveness over her in times like this and wondered what Byakuren was feeling if he couldn't exactly remember.

All thinking vanished as she felt him move, her body being cradled under his as her back rested gently against the skin laid upon the sand. Her arms had wrapped gently around his neck in the motion, her breathing coming in fast huffs as she felt his hungry kisses move from her lips to along her jaw, and then back again. Her heart was nearly flying in her chest, yet she felt Byakuren stop. Her amber eyes opened to look at him above her, seeing his pale face was framed by his long white hair. His crimson eyes shut as he seemed to shake his head, causing a moment of confusion to render in her amber gaze. Yet, hearing his words about privacy caused a deep blush to spread over her fair skin as she glanced at the opening of the tent. Her heart fluttered, however, as she heard how breathless he was and the slight frustration that dripped with his words. "Perhaps you are right."

Ayumi's arms fell away as he moved away, though not before whispering in her ear. A mischievous smile danced upon Ayumi's features as she moved to sit up, running her hands through her hair. She was still trying to get her breathing under control, her chest moving with each breath as she lightly licked her lips. She could still feel the pressure of Byakuren's there. "Trust me," she murmured in a playful tone, "I wish you didn't have to." Of course, despite her bold words, her blush deepened. The truth was she had missed moments like that. Of the times before he passed, Byakuren had always had to keep himself in check due to his arm. He was always careful as if she was a doll. With the corruption, she knew he had to, but that didn't mean she didn't miss when things were a little more carefree. Of course, she would have never admitted it out loud. It wasn't proper really, and she was almost surprised by herself what she had spoken now.

 

[LONELYRAIN]

Color was swift to once again return to Byakuren's face as he had to look away from her. From her quickened breathing, to the simple action of her lightly licking her lips certainly didn't allow him to get his composure under control. In fact, it seemed like his composure seemed swifter to leave him as she had spoken causing the oni a tinge of frustration in being in such a less than private setting. He certainly felt tempted, though part of him was more than bewildered of his behavior being so swift to act on lustful feelings toward a human woman no less. It caused the oni to take in a deep breath, forcing the vibrant crimson to fade from his face as he responded in a tone that was almost strained, and embarrassed, "Were you always so bold?" He had a feeling she wasn't, though he wasn't sure why such a feeling had settled within him. Perhaps he remembered a bit more than he thought? But then again, this was nothing more than a hunch.

He wondered, just from that reaction alone and with the longing that was still incredibly strong in his chest... did he not have much physical interaction with Ayumi before? Of course, he had recalled just a tiny bit of a memory concerning when he had initially became mates with Ayumi, but he did not recall if they had or even if they had the opportunity to get closer. But, he reasoned just as quickly that such things were risky when his mate was human - a fact he still found a bit difficult to believe - and humans were physically far weaker than the monsters that were oni, not to mention his own increased strength at this current time. It made him a tiny bit grateful that the tent was rather thin... he wasn't sure if he could very much keep himself under control, especially with the amount of power surging through him.

Dismissing these thoughts, Byakuren's attention shifted to the flap of the tent which had been nudged open by an unfamiliar oni, although clearly one of the inhabitants of the small oasis judging by the tattered clothes and blacken scales littering the young boy's skin. The boy in question seemed a bit nervous as he swiftly bowed his head to Byakuren and Ayumi, "U-um, forgive me for interrupting. But, Fudo had sent me to inform you both that if you'd wish to eat, we are preparing a meal." Judging alone from the smell of meat being cooked from the outside, the young oni was speaking the truth. It seemed like another, separate group had been out while Fudo had been patrolling to secure food from the vast emptiness of the desert in which they had a successful hunt with a rare chance of wildlife having been caught and swiftly slaughtered to bring back.

The boy had hesitated as he looked up, now seeing that Byakuren had moved a bit closer, though the oni was merely providing a small barrier between the young oni and Ayumi. Even if so far these people seemed friendly enough as if they were allies, the oni was not letting his guard down anytime soon, although he wasn't intending in the slightest to intimidate the young oni in which case the boy's eyes grew wide has he bowed his head immediately again, speaking before Byakuren could even give a word in appreciation, "F-forgive me, I-I shall leave!" In what seemed like a single second, the young oni had disappeared from sight with the flap of the tent closing behind him leaving Byakuren stunned before a frown settled upon his features. He wasn't doing anything wrong, was he?

"Am I that frightening?" The question left his lips unconsciously, though he wasn't sure if this was something that had bothered him before. He knew vaguely that others avoided him, but to receive such a negative reaction even before speaking did bring back a few unpleasant memories from his childhood. Granted, no one had looked upon him in fear, but the fear was enough to make him a bit uneasy.

 

[Keylyn May]

Ayumi noticed the color that seemed to light Byakuren's cheeks. It was rare that she would see color light his pale skin. In the times before he passed, it was rare to see color there. He often seemed immune at times. She found herself looking at it for a moment as she got her heart rate and breathing to calm. "No, not at all," she said when he asked if she was always bold. "You were always the bold one and enjoyed seeing me turn red." It was only moments late that she heard the tent flap that opened to reveal a young oni entering in. She watched as the young oni seemed skittish and apprehensive. Ayumu then noticed how Byakuren moved to place himself between her and this new oni.

The thought of food sounded lovely and she could feel her stomach growling softly. She was beginning to be able to smell it also. However, due to Byakuren's motion to be between her and the unfamiliar oni, the younger male left just as quickly as he came. As Byakuren voiced his question, Ayumi let out a soft sign before getting to her feet. She approached him and gently set a hand on his arm. "I don't think it's so much you as it is this title that's now been placed upon you." Her gaze was soft as she looked up at him. "You're Demon King now, whatever that means, and it seems the others take that title very seriously." She offered a soft smile towards him. "Perhaps itll simply take some time."

Coming around to be before him, Ayumi gently took Byakuren's hands into her own and gave them a gentle squeeze. "Everything will be fine. You'll see." She motioned towards the tent entrance, attempting to keep her optimism up and any worries far from her mind. "Now how about we get something to eat?"

 

[LONELYRAIN]

Ayumi's gentle touch on his arm had caused the oni to turn his attention to her, her words being enough to soothe the feeling of uneasiness that had settled within him. She was certainly right, the title of Demon King was one that many oni revered and respected, and as there had not been one in countless centuries; it was truly a title that surpassed even that of the Demon Lords. But, his mind still hadn't wrapped around the title and the heavy weight of responsibilities that had now been dumped on his shoulders, compounded with his memory loss and his all too recent revival, Byakuren found everything right now to be a bit overwhelming to process and keep track of. It made him grateful that Ayumi was here at least to provide some sense of stability for him, for he simply felt completely and totally lost.

Reassurances aside, the oni had regained a hold of his calm composure as a faint smile had crossed his face as Ayumi had grabbed hold of his hands and motioned toward the tent entrance, "You're right, thank you." He looked toward the tent entrance, taking a moment to brace himself for whatever reactions he was sure to receive as he had nodded his head, "Let's go." He oddly enough didn't feel too hungry himself, after all how could he? He had just been revived from the clutches of death not too long ago, and his body was attempting to adjust to the sudden difference in his physique, not to mention his mental status either. Even as calm as he appeared now, and having moved a hand away from Ayumi's grip, one hand remained within her grasp as if she were like that of a lifeline as he had moved aside the flap of the tent, revealing the oasis now certainly surging in activity.

There was a large beast that was currently being carved up, although it would be impossible to tell what it had once been, strips of meat was being swiftly and neatly being cut away from the large skeleton that it was. The hide of the large beast was currently being stripped away to be used no doubt for clothing, and even if it was a rather bloody sight, what had been successfully cut away from the unknown beast was being cooked which was the cause for the pleasant aroma in the air. The scent of meat was tinged with spices, and from the oni currently huddled about the fire that was cooking the meat, it was clear that this was causing the oni in the small oasis to have higher spirits than before. A good hunt was always a cause for cheer, especially in such an unforgiving place as the desert.

Upon seeing Byakuren however, the activity seemed to halt for only a second before a surge of the oni had stepped forward, waving over Byakuren and Ayumi closer to where the food was being cooked and it wasn't long until they would soon be seated upon yet another hide that had been lain out, although one of the finer ones as wooden bowls were set before the both of them, filled with some of the rare fruits from the desert accompanied by some of the cooked meat that they had managed to hunt down. It was a rather modest meal, but it was obvious that they had given both Byakuren and Ayumi larger strips of meat.

...
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"Your report, Nori. Do not tell me you've still come up with nothing?" The general's face wrinkled up as he glared in irritation at the other general sitting apart from him. Saburo was always one to get on his case, more so now that their righteous Demon King decided that he would be the one to keep an eye on the boring exiles in the desert. Yes, they did pop up every now and again to give a good fight, but they would always lose to his forces and where was the fun in that? Not only was this fighting mostly boring, searching around for something that he was sure didn't exist was making his mood even more so foul as the oni's rotund body shifted, pressing down further upon the unfortunate human that was trapped beneath him, the pathetic creature's whimper filling the air as he plastered a smile on his twisted face, "You tell me, Saburo, considering our almighty leader decided to make us try and find some place that doesn't even exist. Even if an alter still existed somewhere in this desert, I doubt anything would remain intact, much less useable."

His words clearly made the other male bristle, seeing the other's skull beginning to tremble as his jaw clacked together as the general growled, "Listen, if you don't get your act together and fast, you may risk getting eliminated by him, and despite all your confidence I'm sure you'd sooner avoid a fight." Nori's scowl returned in full, though he'd much rather not think of the one other oni whom intimidated him beyond belief; the first general: Izumi. Although they had been informed that Izumi had defected, only to be crushed underneath Osamu's will to come back to the Fire nation's lands, from last Nori had been informed, the oni had arrived although he wasn't sure exactly where he was. A chill of unease went up the oni's spine as his hands curled into tight fists upon his lap, leaning forward which caused the human underneath him to tremble in agony as the general sneered at Saburo, "And what are you suggesting I'd do? It was a pain finding the exile's oasis in the middle of all this sand, chances are finding the alter would be much more harder. And besides," The oni grabbed a hold of the poor creature's head, yanking the pitiful being's head back causing her to release a yelp of pain, "I think that these humans were far more useful to take from those foolish exiles than a damned alter. Surely, our merciful Demon King would appreciate a gift of such souls?"

Saburo stood from his spot upon the sandy floor, eyeing the human woman that Nori was using as a seat. No doubt to torture the poor thing before she died, but there was no sympathy within his chest as he looked back to Nori, "Osamu has no use of more humans. We already have more than enough of those pitiful creatures. Find the alter, or else." Nori's expression twisted to irritation as Saburo had turned and walked out of the tent, the snarls of the creatures they worked alongside with reaching his ears as the tent flap had closed behind him, leaving Nori in silence as the oni had stood from his spot, his stomach clenching as he growled, turning to face the human woman that had been trembling under his weight and with a swift kick to her stomach from an armored foot, the woman was sent tumbling toward the other end of the tent, her body convulsing, the skin where his foot had struck already leaving an ugly bruise tinted with what seemed to be black ooze coming forth as the general muttered, "No use for humans, huh?" Nori stepped forward, grasping a hold of the woman's twitching body, the human's eyes beginning to roll back within her skull as the black liquid began to spill down from her lips, "...I suppose he is right. How sad."

 

[Keylyn May]

Ayumi offered a gentle nod as Byakuren seemed to accept her words. It seemed she was able to offer so relief to his scattered mind. She watched as he looked towards the tent and seemed to be bracing himself, though she could hardly blame him for hesitating. All of this was beyond comprehension and she couldn't imagine what it was he was currently going through. All she could offer was her silent support and encouragement at his side, and she aimed to do just that. Byakuren's hand didn't leave her's as they exited the tent, and she continued to hold to his. Not that she would complain about being able to hold his hand once more.

Upon leaving the tent, Ayumi breathed deeply as the aroma of the cooking meat hit her. Her stomach growled and she was unable to recall if she had eaten before everything had happened upon the island. She was almost certain she hadn't, though that was not her intention. And as the events unfolded in her mind, she was almost certain that she wouldn't have eaten if she had remained on the ship at least for a day or two. While starving oneself is never the answer, Ayumi knew that her grief at that time was consuming her and blocking out all other needs or wants. The smell of food now, however, reminded her of how hungry she truly was.

At the sight of everyone halting the preparations, Ayumi was almost worried that their presence had disturbed the meal. She continued her hold up Byakuren's hand anyways and offered a smile as they were shown to their seats. She looked at the meal that was prepared, seeing that it consisted of fruit and meat. It was simple, yet it looked very appetizing to her. She was also thankful that those around them seemed very attentive to them even though they were strangers, seeing as the portion of meat they were given was larger than others that Ayumi could see.

Looking to Byakuren, she smiled lightly. "It seems that they want to make sure you are pleased," she offered as she touched the finer skin they sat upon. Gingerly, she picked up a piece of the desert fruit, allowing its flavor to melt over her tongue as she let out a soft breath at giving her body food again. "I didn't realize how hungry I actually was," she murmured, her gaze taking in their surroundings and those within it.

 

[LONELYRAIN]

Byakuren's gaze settled upon the simple meal that they had been offered, though with Ayumi saying that the inhabitants perhaps desired to make sure he was pleased, that alone was almost humorous to the oni as he murmured quietly back, "I'd never thought I would see the day that anyone would go through this much effort to please me." This was speaking from a stand point of his early childhood life. Yes, he technically had been apart of the nobility, but he had been practically ignored and tented to be neglected even by the servants who did indeed serve his family. To be treated in such a manner, even if it shouldn't have been new to him was indeed off putting and he wasn't sure how to go about accepting such attention. It made him uncomfortable, but he supposed he would have to get used to it since it seemed like this reverence they had for him was not leaving anytime soon.

The oni had begun to eat, although not being hasty in eating the food before him, the desert fruit was pleasant enough upon his tongue that he took to eating the fruits first, though his brow furrowed as Ayumi had mentioned how hungry she had been. Had she not eaten anything? He couldn't necessarily remember clearly where he had been when he had passed, but he was more than sure it wasn't where they were now. In fact, he was certain it was further away than where they currently resided in the Fire nation's lands, so it should be clear enough that she'd not eaten for some time. Without putting much thought to it, Byakuren had picked up the remaining fruit that rested within the wooden bowl before him and had silently placed them within Ayumi's. He didn't need to eat too much right now, but if Ayumi hadn't eaten for awhile, he would make sure that she would be well fed. Once again, it was an emotional impulse that made him commit such an action, but he wasn't going to fight against it in the slightest.

"I don't know how long you have gone without eating." He said that quietly to her, not directly looking her in the eyes, but it was clear enough that he expected her to eat as much as she wanted. With that being said, the oni had begun to finish the meat that was before him, though his stomach clenched at the food being placed within it, he had managed to keep it all down, though taking this opportunity to observe the other oni currently eating within the oasis. From observing their odder physical traits, they did not appear like any oni he had seen before, though this made a question come to his mind, memories of old beginning to stir. He remembered the current Demon Lord of the Fire nation's lands, Girou - but judging from these oni living here on their own had made him wonder why did Girou cast them out? Obviously, they were exiles since they weren't living in the Fire nation's capital or even in the surrounding cities; but to force them to live within an unforgiving desert just didn't sit well with Byakuren, nor did it seem to fit the memory he held of Girou in his mind too well either.

He recalled vaguely that Girou had been a more bold and outspoken Demon Lord, boisterous and loud, living for battle after battle. But, he never would think that the oni would exile a whole group of individuals for no clear reason, and so far these oni in the oasis - aside from some odd physical traits held no ounce of malice. The more he pondered over it, the more confusion had settled within him, which had caused him to stop eating as he continued to observe the groups of oni eating together and seeming to be in rather high spirits. "..Why are they out here?" The question was spoken quietly, though it was clear Byakuren was lost in thought judging by his facial expression which had turned serious, slipping back into his usual composed expressions.

 

[Keylyn May]

Ayumi sat quietly as she ate, listening as Byakuren spoke of those trying to please him. She could see how this would be something entirely new to him. She thought back to how much she had learned about his past over the years and how Izumi had been the favored child between the two. However, it was never Byakuren's fault that she was so looked upon. Such things came from those before him; his father's decisions had brought Byakuren into this world, something he was unable to control or change. A light frown came to her features as she thought of such things. How could a parent choose between their children in such a way? Ayumi truly didn't understand the concept. She thought of if she would ever have her own. To put one above another just seemed cruel in so many ways, and she couldn't fathom performing such a thing.

She was brought out of her thoughts as Byakuren moved to put his serving of fruit upon her own. Hearing his words, she looked at the extra serving and bit her lip gently. "It's my own fault really," she said softly. "I was simply not thinking of food before." Events around the previous days played a heavy role in when she ate and didn't, but she wouldn't bring such a thing up right now. There was no need to possibly overwhelming Byakuren with information right now. "But thank you," she added as she began to eat the fruit once more, her soft smile returning. It did feel grand to have food in her stomach once more, but she was careful not to eat too fast. To get sick after eating would do no one any good, and she didn't want to cause anyone any worry.

Her amber gaze had gone back to taking in those around them, reminding her of their group back on the island. Her heart clenched slightly at the fact that Yumi was still there, with no word yet of what had become of her, Bi-nasu and Byakuren. She hoped Yumi wasn't driving herself mad with worry, but Ayumi understood if she had. She too would do the same thing if she had been the one left behind. At Byakuren's question, Ayumi shook her head lightly, though she was certain he was simply stating it as his thoughts progressed. Why were they? Ayumi had heard many speak of them being exiles, yet they seemed warm and welcoming. This was not the case when they first were found, yet now they were eager in their intent to ensure she and Byakuren were taken care of. So just what did they all do to end up here?

 

[LONELYRAIN]

Just as the question had left Byakuren's lips, it seemed as if he had spoken just loud enough for Fudo to approach the two - granted the oni had been watching Byakuren and Ayumi since they had walked out from the tent they had provided. "If I may," The oni's voice had rang out, causing Byakuren to turn to face him quickly although the action more or less being taken so swiftly due to him being surprised, "If you desire to know why we are out here, the answers I am more than willing to give. We have nothing to hide from you, Demon King." Fudo had then sat a little bit away from Ayumi and Byakuren, though bowing his head toward both of them in respect which in turn made Byakuren shift his position in discomfort at the title, but he nodded his head regardless. He wouldn't deny he was a bit curious as to why these people were exiled from the main city as question after question was beginning to come to his mind.

Fudo, upon seeing Byakuren nod had straightened up from his deep bow, extending his arm outward - the one of which he'd not slashed - and pointed to the blackened scales that were upon his flesh, "We are the last remaining people chosen to serve and preserve the alter of the Demon King. Our appearance reflects our devotion to the protection of the Demon King, as well as our guardian." He lowered his arm back to rest upon his lap, "Unfortunately, in the turn of the last few centuries, the Demon Lord Girou has become... weary of our devotion. Our numbers, although small within the greater population were loud enough in our devotion to the Demon King... and some of us had taken things too far, becoming zealots in their duty." Fudo lowered his gaze, a tinge of shame coloring his features, "They had caused unnecessary chaos in the streets, attacking those whom were dedicated heart and soul to the Demon Lord, slaughtering dutiful guards and innocent civilians. They claimed that Girou was attempting to suppress our voices, to force us to let go of our sacred duties and that they will no longer heed the words of the Demon Lord. Their actions brought the entire nation against the rest of us whom only desired to live in peace, to wait for the Demon King to eventually be revived."

"The Demon Lord sent his forces against us, setting fire to our homes and slaughtering those whom had took to raising chaos in the streets. Then, he ordered us to go into exile, sending the innocent remainder to die in this unforgiving desert," Fudo's eyes closed as he shook his head, "Although, I can see why Girou had decided to not take any chances with the rest of us... too many had died in the journey here, and many desire once more to rejoin society," Fudo's eyes shifted upward to finally look Byakuren directly in his face, "Though, perhaps that time may come with your arrival. I do not mean to place such a burden upon your shoulders so soon... but if and when you plan to leave this oasis, I only ask that you plead our case with the Demon Lord if your paths ever do cross. Though my people have managed to survive, I fear that we may not last much longer, being so hard pressed against assaults with those... misshapen creatures."

Byakuren's expression had turned tense and grim as he stared back at the other oni, looking upon him with hope and some desperation within his eyes. The oni had closed his eyes and nodded his head, although this was done hesitantly. He wasn't sure if he could do any good, besides it had been awhile since he had spoken to Girou, and knowing the position that these people were in did make his heart become sympathetic toward them. The minority of them had caused tragedy to fall upon the rest, "..I cannot promise you anything, but if I do cross paths with Girou, I will attempt to convince him to bring your people back." Yet, his tone still held a tinge of doubt, most Demon Lords weren't open to changing their decisions, especially from what they perceive as an outsider looking in. Perhaps, his newfound position held some sort of power... but he couldn't be so sure considering from Fudo's recounting of the events, Girou seemed to not look too kindly upon connections to the Demon King.

Fudo's facial expression had dropped to relief nonetheless, the oni bowing his head again to Byakuren and Ayumi, "Thank you. I am in your debt." The gratitude was overwhelming in his tone, causing Byakuren to inwardly cringe. It felt as if a heavy stone had been dropped upon his shoulders, though the oni didn't allow it to show and instead had looked upon Fudo with a faint smile crossing his features, the only sign of him reacting semi-positively to the gushing of positive attention he was receiving. It was only when Fudo had moved away had the faint smile dropped from his face and Byakuren's expression turned tense, as if stressed already.

 

[Keylyn May]

Ayumi had not been prepared to hear Fudo's voice and had jumped slightly as he spoke of providing answers to Byakuren's question. She watched as he took a seat before them and bowed to each in turn. Ayumi was slightly confused as to why he had bowed to her at all. She was a simple human compared to the lot of them and knew this very well. Though perhaps it was Byakuren's presence and actions towards her that others regarded her now too. This would, indeed, take some getting used to.

She listened silently as he spoke of the chaos that a small majority had unfolded against the rest of them. She could hardly seem it fair that the whole of these people were punished for the actions of a few. As he spoke, Ayumi recalled with an itch of familiarity the face that the name Girou belong to. It had been quite some time since she had last seen that oni. It was a fuzzy image that she could come up with and it was back, years ago, at the ball that had been thrown when Yumi was announcing she was pregnant. That was also the night when she first admitted her feelings to Byakuren.

She turned her gaze to Byakuren as Fudo drew to a close with his request, watching as Byakuren's gaze seemed to shift to appear more stressed than he already was. She reached out and gently placed a hand on his arm. "There is no need to stress over his request right now," she murmured gently. "Until your path does cross with Girou, which we have no way of knowing if it will just yet, there is nothing you can do concerning this issue." She knew that Byakuren would not simply forget this request, nor would she want him to, though she did hope that he wouldn't worry about it right now. It seemed that while they were here, there wasn't much they would be able to do for the time being.

 

[LONELYRAIN]

Byakuren's tense features had forcibly eased as Ayumi had placed her hand upon his arm, drawing his attention away from the heaviness of Fudo's request and bringing the oni to look at Ayumi once more as she had spoken. He knew without a doubt that her words were more than true. There was very little he could possibly do at the moment concerning these exiles' situation, and he was in a location that he knew very little about. His memories, although relatively intact concerning his earlier years were still somewhat hazy in some places, made difficult to focus on details or locations that he may or may not have visited previously. However, Byakuren knew without a doubt that he'd never ventured into the Fire nation's lands before, nor had he visited the Forgotten Sands either. He had no intentions of remaining in the exiles' care, since he knew their situation was very dire, and from Fudo's desperate words it was obvious even to Byakuren's eyes that they were quite literally barely clinging to life.

"..Yes, I know you're right," His response was subdued, expression somber as he allowed his gaze to drop to the sands below, "However, they don't have time on their side." Although the meal they had been given was rather generous in proportion, he knew alone from the thin frames of majority of the adults within the oasis that this alone was a large sacrifice for them. The fact they had shown such cheer over a successful hunt was clearly out of relief, but their eyes were hollow. He could see that much, and it was only then that he looked up again to watch the cheerful atmosphere of the oni still wandering about and eating the small portions that they had. No doubt, they were going to attempt to ration out the meat of the creature they had felled, for there was no telling where their next meal would come from. This was not mentioning the fact that even if they had relatively decent defenders and fighters, there wasn't much of them currently moving about. They looked particularly haggard compared to the others, and with Fudo's earlier words still ringing in his mind with their numbers declining due to raids by a general of some sort called Nori, it was a wonder that these oni hadn't been wiped out already.

"Though, even if I can't immediately bring their request to Girou, I suppose I can attempt to take care of their other problem." He felt guilty that he couldn't do much, and Byakuren wasn't particularly one that liked settling matters with mere words anyways. The oni was one whom desired to act instead of speak, and it was obvious enough that he was implying he wanted to actively track down Nori for himself. But, a feeling of hesitation had settled deep within his chest which caused the oni to look to Ayumi with caution in his gaze. There was a feeling that nagged at him, a memory threatening to come to mind although it danced infuriatingly out of his reach. The memory in question was his first encounter with Saburo, the fight that was dreadfully one-sided with Saburo sparing Byakuren's life. Somehow, something inside of him didn't very much think that he should immediately set to running off to who knows where to fight an oni he had never encountered before; and more importantly to not go at it alone... or without Ayumi's approval that is. He had no intentions of dragging her with him to dangerous situations, and it wasn't as if his body was as fragile as it had been before, but caution was still needed. If he got badly wounded, the oni of the oasis will not be able to give him much aid due to being low on supplies themselves, which made this desire inside of him risky.

"...I can think about what I can do a little bit later, I suppose." His hand had moved enough to grasp a hold of hers, giving her hand a gentle squeeze as his gaze fixated upon the sight, saying quietly, "I won't act unless I know what you think." He was offering to take her consideration in mind when regarding him acting on trying to free the exiles on the matter of their "general" problem. Besides, even if he was the Demon King now and more responsibility had landed on his shoulders, Ayumi was still his mate first. She would always be worrying about him, that he knew enough deep within his heart even if he could no longer remember why she worried so much over one such as he.

 

[Keylyn May]

Ayumi watched as his expression seemed to soften at her touch, yet she knew that he was right when he spoke of time not being on their side. While this feast they had thrown for them seemed to speak of good hunting around here, Ayumi could see from their thin frames that such was not the truth. The meal had also been rationed out, careful to spread it among all of those who were present. She felt a pain of guilt at having been given a larger slice of meat than others, knowing that they needed this meat far more than she did. "I know..." she said with a soft sigh.

Yet as he spoke of solving perhaps their secondary problem, it took a moment for her to figure out just what he had met. Her memory soon brought up a conversation between Byakuren and Fudo, however, about a general who has been terrorizing this group for some time now. Dread immediately filled Ayumi as she recalled the heated battle between Byakuren and Saburo some time ago. She could still recall how little of a foothold Byakuren had possessed in that battle, and she would rather not see such things so soon after he had returned. He had only made it through when Saburo spared his life and while Byakuren had not been the fondest of the outcome, Ayumi had felt great relief when it was all said and done.

Her thoughts came back to the present as she felt Byakuren touch her hand in return, giving it a slight squeeze as he spoke of not acting without her thoughts on the matter. Relief went through her at the notion that he would consider her say. Whether it was due to him knowing she would worry, or because he may not remember key information, Ayumi was grateful that he would indeed consider her stance. "Thank you," she said as she offered a small smile, nodding gently before her amber gaze shifted to those around them once more. "Though I guess we will have to figure out what our next steps are going to be." How long did they plan to stay in this desert? She knew those they left behind would be eagerly awaiting them, but to leave these people in the status they were in felt almost wrong. A frown came over Ayumi's soft features as she shook her head. "If Bi-nasu were still here we'd know exactly what we were to do next..." Her voice trailed off as she recalled the dear oni, knowing she had made her sacrifice of her own free will. Yet Ayumi wasn't sure what they were supposed to do at this time, and Bi-nasu had not given clear instructions about this aftermath either.

 

[LONELYRAIN]

Byakuren's gaze fixated upon Ayumi's as a frown soon crossed her face, though her words caused confusion to run through him. Bi-nasu had been with Ayumi? He had leaned a bit closer to her, his eyebrows furrowing as he could pick up a faint trace of Bi-nasu's scent upon her, confirming that her words were true. Bi-nasu had indeed been with her, but when? And why was she not here now? The questions piled up within his head as he leaned away from Ayumi, a frown settling upon his features as he murmured quietly to her, "Our next steps should probably be getting out of this desert." He turned his head to the distant dark clouds that were looming over the horizon, although miles away from their current location where they were. "Though, before we do so I'd like to make sure that these people will not perish here first before we leave. After they are secure, I'm not sure where to head to next. I've not been out here in this desert before... at least I'm sure I haven't." There was no familiarity in this environment at all, this was completely new territory for him.

"Though, I suppose our best bet is trying to find any sort of settlement outside of the fighting that is occurring, and we can make our way through as carefully as possible. I could ask Fudo if there's any settlements nearby that he knows of." Byakuren had no intentions of allowing any harm to happen to Ayumi, however avoiding as many fights as possible was necessary. Although, part of him was eager enough to test his newfound strength, that didn't mean he was eager enough to put Ayumi at risk. And besides, for now he was sure he could have plenty of practice considering he desired to test such strength against Nori, if and when the general eventually showed up. From the looks of the oasis, they suffered plenty of attacks from the general and his creatures, and he did want to know what was going on in the current nation they were in too.

The good in this though would be that for the first time in a very long while, Byakuren and Ayumi were once again traveling by themselves, being akin to their very first interaction when they had first met. It certainly could give them some decent time to themselves for awhile before the rebels eventually caught up to them, and even then it could provide some more time for Byakuren to adapt to the strength within his body. However, with all of this, her words concerning Bi-nasu had pushed itself to the front of his mind as he questioned, "..Where is Bi-nasu? She was with you?" The confusion was clear in his tone, obviously he had no idea that her life had been used in exchange for his own.

 

[Keylyn May]

Ayumi nodded as he spoke of leaving the desert, knowing that was probably their best option. Yet she too didn't want to leave these people around them to simply perish. "Getting out if the fighting zone is probably best," she agreed, but eager to remain in the battle zones for longer than needed. Not to mention, she would prefer not to be anywhere near Osamu's generals or misshapen creatures. The mere thought of them sent shivers through her body and made her blood run like ice. "It would be nice if we could get information back to our group," she noted. "I assume Yumi to be sick with worry."

However, as Byakuren asked about Bi-nasu, Ayumi immediately looked away. Her features turned downward, grief taking over her features. "She... um..." Ayumi shook her head lightly, refusing to cry. She wasn't about to cry in front of all these people she didn't even know, and she hated the idea that Byakuren's new memories of her may be filled with tears. "Bi-nasu... Shes gone..." Ayumi slowly looked back at Byakuren again, memories of the tomb flashing behind her amber gaze.

"Bi-nasu was the one determined to bring your body here to bring you back. She seemed to have everything planned out and knew exactly what to do." Ayumi looked away once again, her hands gripping her dress as to will herself further not to cry. "I didn't know she was going to do it," she whispered, "she didn't tell me..." Ayumi paused as she drew a shaking breath, thinking of her last moments with Bi-nasu. "She gave her life... so that you could have yours back."

 

[Keylyn May]

Friendly bump~

 

[LONELYRAIN]

(Sorry about not responding until now, I've had a lot of doctor appointments lately and I haven't been feeling well)

Byakuren's features had remained calm, that was until that Ayumi had spoken that Bi-nasu had given up her own life to revive him. At first, the oni wasn't sure what to do with the information he'd just been given, or even how to react. Bi-nasu had been an odd individual for certain from what he recalled in his vague memories, however to know that the fortune teller had willingly given up her own life to revive him was not something he could properly process, it almost seemed like a lie. But, seeing Ayumi barely being able to keep her composure made the unreal news all the more hard to swallow as his facial features hadn't changed much, but his eyes held a more somber light as he had looked away from Ayumi, settling on watching the oni around them.

To go to such lengths to save him of all people seemed ridiculous, nor would he have wanted such a sacrifice to be made on his behalf. In fact, it felt as if something heavy had been dropped upon him, a crushing weight being pushed on his shoulders. Bi-nasu had quite literally placed everything on the line in faith that Byakuren could even possibly begin to repair a realm that was suffering, and that alone was a crushing weight that he would have to shoulder in order to not allow her sacrifice to be in vain. But even then, that was a lot to ask for. He barely even remembered anything, except for brief memories that managed to stick within his mind, and now being informed that he was perhaps responsible for a life being extinguished made guilt settle within him. He didn't think he was worth the sacrifice, he wasn't even sure he could meet the expectations now placed upon him.

Regardless, now was not the time to wallow in the negative emotions beginning to coil within him. Instead, Byakuren had moved his hand, gently resting it over Ayumi's that were clutching her dress. His touch remained gentle, almost as if he were unaffected by the news, but this was to be expected. They had to remain as normal as possible in the eyes of everyone that still were near, as there was no need to drag unnecessary attention to themselves. His voice soon came, a quiet and calm tone, lowered just enough so that only Ayumi would be able to hear him, "I won't let her sacrifice be for nothing." The determination hidden in his voice was enough to show that he did care enough to show some form of seriousness about Bi-nasu's death. He would not allow her death to be simply a waste, after all with him being rebirthed as the Demon King, there would be plenty of responsibility that now would be dropped upon his shoulders.

 

[Keylyn May]

(( oh no! Are you okay?! ))

Ayumi bit her lip lightly as there was a brief moment of silence between her a d Byakuren as she had spoken of Bi-nasu's fate. She refused to let a tear fall. While she wished no ill thoughts against Bi-nasu's sacrifice, she couldn't draw attention to herself with continual tears. That it what it would end up amounting to. Ayumi was sure that if she cried now, she would hardly be able to stop. She would not reduce herself to a near puddle before these strangers or Byakuren as he attempted to recover from the entire ordeal.

As she felt Byakuren's hand grasp her own and heard his soft words, Ayumi gently nodded and drew a light breath. She forced herself to sit a bit straighter, raising her chin slightly as she turned her amber gaze back to him. "I know it's a lot and I don't mean to burden you with this news," she said as she forced her voice to be even, attempting to act as if nothing has transpired. Hearing that one had laid down their life for you, or witnessing it like she had upon that beach, was a heavy feeling. Ayumi twisted her hand lightly so she could grasp his own giving it a light squeeze as she looked at their hands.

"Bi-nasu had complete faith in all that you are capable of," she said gently, nodding her head as if to steel her resolve. She brought her gaze up to his once more, a small sad smile gracing her lips. "And I believe she is right." Seeing Byakuren now compared to what he was... The comparison is beyond astounding at how much he had changed in strength. Besides, Ayumi recalled that Bi-nasu's telling of events had unfolded up until now, so why should this be any different? Shaking her head lightly, Ayumi seemed to be attempting to snap herself out of the somber mood. "I'm sorry for dampening things," she said as she looked at those around them, her features struggling to appear normal though she was adamantly trying.

 

[LONELYRAIN]

(I'm feeling a bit better today, it's just an ongoing health problem I've been dealing with for the past year. Still got a lot of appointments to go to, so if my activity drops again I'm sorry in advance)

Byakuren's gaze had turned to Ayumi as she had begun to speak, almost immediately shaking his head at her words. He needed to know as much as possible, to at the very least make up for his lack of memories at this moment in time. The sadness in Ayumi's smile, accompanied by her words of faith for how capable he would be now, it did little to ease the feeling of uncertainty within his body. Though, he was one to quickly dismiss the negative ball of emotion settling within him, opening his mouth to begin to reply to say that Ayumi didn't do anything wrong; only to halt as the sound of a horn being blown had caused the oasis's activity to freeze to a sudden halt. The sudden tension in the air had become thick, with oni whom were previously in high spirits were now frozen in place, staring wide-eyed and pale faced toward the direction that the horn was being blown, an obnoxiously loud sound being emitted from what was an oni now rushing toward the oasis, his body marred with a horrid wound, his eyes wide with a frantic light as he stumbled into view of the petrified encampment.

Fudo was the first to move, approaching the frantic oni as the wounded oni had stumbled forward, grabbing onto Fudo as tightly as possible as he barely managed out, "They're.. coming." His grip tightened upon Fudo's arms as the oni's expression grew tense, "I will handle it, for now you must receive some medical attentio-" Before his sentence could finish, a flare of blackened foam spilled forth from the oni's injury, causing Fudo to recoil as the oni's body convulsed, the horrid injury beginning to split his body in two as the flesh had collapsed upon the desert sands, blackened blood turning the pale sands an eerie darkened shade. Immediately, Fudo had scowled, his head turning as he shouted at the frozen group behind him, "Those unable to fight, hide. I need everyone that is of able body to defend this oasis!"

A flurry of activity had suddenly taken hold of the oasis, with females fleeing into the nearby tents with the children and the males beginning to rush to pick up anything that could possibly be used as a weapon. In the midst of all the sudden chaos, as Byakuren observed he could tell with how numb they had reacted to one of their own being slaughtered in such a manner that this was something they perhaps had suffered often. There was no fear within his heart, though now he had looked to Ayumi, apprehension settling within his gaze. There was a strange buzzing feeling within his veins, as if anticipation had caused his blood to boil once more. It wasn't a feeling he could properly describe, nor would he take the time to now. However, the apprehension was from him almost silently asking if Ayumi would be alright with him going to fight. She was here after all, and if he didn't take up action to defend against whatever was coming, she could possibly get hurt and that alone had made his heart clench in a painful feeling that he wasn't sure he would be able to stand.

 

[Keylyn May]

( don't worry about it! Your health comes first! )

Ayumi froze as she heard the sound of a horn blaring somewhere nearby. She glanced around at those who were still lingering near, her amber gaze taking in how still they had gotten. She especially noticed the look of fear that crossed every feature and she felt something drop in her stomach. She followed the gazes to see a lone oni stumbling hastily towards the oasis, the source of the horn's noise. She could see the wounds he carried and her blood turned to ice.

She watched as Fudi moved to meet the oni though she couldn't watch much longer. As the blackened foam began to spill, Ayumu turned away quickly and place a hand over her lips as she heard the agony coming from the poor soul. Her eyes screwed shut as she attempted to keep herself from becoming sick. Only when she heard Fudo's commands did she look up once more.

Everyone seemed to move all at once. Many were getting ready for battle. Many, especially the women, were running to hide. Ayumi watched the constant movement, apprehension rising in her. Something was coming. Something, or rather someone, horrible. Feeling eyes on her, she turned to see Byakuren's gaze seemed to be asking her for permission. It took her by surprise in the midst of the moment. The Byakuren before had often just told her when to hide and was off ready to fight. Yet here he was now, seeming to ask permission before he did such things.

Time was running short and Ayumi knew that this group needed Byakuren. Drawing a breath, she gently nodded toward him though reached out to touch his arm lightly. "Just be careful, okay?" Of course, she knew that in a battle anything was bound to happen. Yet she had just gotten him back, literally from death's grip, and she was hardly ready for that possibility a second time. Standing from her seat, Ayumi did as the other women did and she ran back to the hut that she and Byakuren had been given. Once inside, she settle into the farthest area, tucking herself behind what little was present there.

 

[LONELYRAIN]

Byakuren's facial expression had relaxed slightly as Ayumi had touched his arm, her simple request making him nod his head in response, "I will." He watched as she soon would withdraw from him, fleeing to the protection of the tent that they had been given earlier, his gaze lingering if only for a few seconds more upon the now closed flaps of the tent before he stood to his feet, a rancid scent greeting his nose as the oni's attention now had turned to where the small band of fighters were standing in a line, brandishing crude weapons as their gazes were fixed upon the west where the smell was coming from; and it wasn't long until a figure was moving forward through the desert.

The rancid smell's source certainly was this strange figure, though as Byakuren's attention fixed upon this unknown individual, Fudo had broken the line of fighters. The oni had a firm scowl upon his features as he called out, anger making his voice harsh, "I thought we had made it clear that we refuse to show you the way to the alter. By now, I would have thought the message would have gotten through your thick skull, Nori." The large oni had slowed his pace, his armor ill-fitting upon his fat frame, his flesh having taken on a purplish, rotting hue. His armor in particular seemed extremely odd, as it didn't seem to fit the general, as his flesh puckered through the gaps in the plate, and his large stomach in particular remained exposed, though a clear liquid dripped from a line across the exposed flesh, a bizarre sight to behold indeed.

Nori in particular didn't seem to be in the best mood, the general visibly sneering at Fudo's words, "And I see that your foolishness hasn't faded. Perhaps, must I slaughter the rest of your people so that you may finally see reason? I would've thought that your little scout would have put the message across... or those humans I managed to take away from your grasp." Fudo tensed, the oni's posture growing rigid as his face twisted with rage, baring his teeth in hatred, his hands clenching upon the spear so tightly in his grasp that the weapon seemed almost fit to snap within his grasp. He was on the verge of attacking, and Byakuren immediately rose from his position, striding forward and placing a hand on Fudo's shoulder, causing the oni to become startled as Byakuren had shook his head at him. This was not a fight Fudo could win.

Just looking at Nori, there was clearly something horrifyingly wrong about his physical state, though this could be blamed for Osamu's intervention in such unnatural alterations. He could also smell the tainted scent of Osamu's creatures prowling about, clearly hidden although ready to pounce. They were outnumbered clearly, though from the bewilderment coloring Nori's face, which quickly faded to a pale shade, only to grow red with anger... they were certainly not going to have an easy fight.

Nori's teeth had clenched together as Byakuren had stepped in front of the line of fighters, a feeling of intense pressure and fear coiling up his spine. This oni, clearly unfamiliar to himself was different. He couldn't pinpoint the reason why, but something screamed dangerous to him as he faced Byakuren. This one wasn't a weakling... but the smell was undeniable, akin so closely to that of Hotaruneikan; a clear insult done by the exiles. They had revived the Demon King.

"..Who the hell are you?" Nori dared not allow himself to jump to conclusions, though his voice trembled a bit about the answer he would receive. If it was what he thought it would be, then his life was just as good as over. However, instead of getting an answer, Byakuren simply continued to walk forward with an eerie calm that immediately the general had grasped hold of a sword hanging at his side, "Answer my question! If you dare step any closer, you will die!"

 

[Keylyn May]

Ayumi knelt in her position within the tent, her form made as small as she could make it. Such things were proven not to be too hard anymore. When she had first arrived in the realm, her body was soft and well cared for due to her standing in the human realm. Her curves were soft and her body showed that she had never lacked for food. Now, after the previous three years with the rebel group that she now looked on as her own group, her body had shed its softness and replaced it with slight muscle. Her figure was smaller now with the fluctuation of food so because small was proving to be easier.

Ayumi couldn't hear much but she frowned when she was able to hear some yelling from an unknown voice. The guessed that it was perhaps whomever was coming, but wondered why they would be yelling already? She clamped her hands together in front of her, praying that things would not escalate to a horrific end. Yet this was war and Ayumi knew that anything was possible now.

 

[LONELYRAIN]

Byakuren's footsteps were muffled in the desert sand as the general before him exuded an anxiety that flowed from the monstrous oni's body. From his posture, to his frantic question that he demanded of him, it all reeked of an intense fear and anxiety. It amused him, made him wish to laugh in the face of this pitiful general that Osamu had chosen. In his mind, he pondered over this intense sensation of amusement and vicious satisfaction; it truly caught him off guard. Was he this overjoyed to have someone whom he viewed as an enemy fear him? Did he truly enjoy this sensation? It felt... good, to merely place fear in the heart of this general whom he viewed now as nothing more than prey attempting to bare his teeth at him. And somehow, judging alone from the expression as clear as day upon Nori's face, this thought was true. Nori was terrified, and Byakuren had done nothing more than step closer to his opponent.

His eyes were fixed upon Nori's weapon, a simple sword to his own eyes as he did not feel anything particularly unpleasant coming from them, and his ears could detect faint footfall around him, perhaps misshapen creatures eyeing him until they would attack. At his current position, he was out of reach of Fudo and his fellow oni to help him if he by chance was lulled into a trap, or if Nori decided to sic his creatures upon him. No normal oni would be able to handle such a barrage, and no doubt that would mean his death or near death if this had been before him being imbued with the strength of the Demon King, but now without a doubt things would be far different. With full confidence within himself, his expression unchanging and empty, he had taken yet another step which caused Nori's expression to twist as he snarled, his voice trembling with his own fear, "Attack him!"

It felt as if as soon as the order had been given, Byakuren could immediately feel a change within the air, as if a cold chill had settled upon the area on which he stood. He could hear Fudo call out in panic before that was drowned out by vicious, enthusiastic snarls and followed by bodies and teeth colliding with him within seconds. Their teeth scraped and snapped at his flesh, attempting to tear and rip apart what they would assume to be a foolish victim. However, Byakuren could feel no pain, only the pressure of fangs attempting to tear at his skin. He expected to feel the sticky warmth of blood to begin to cover him, but that did not occur. The only damp wetness he could feel at the moment was the saliva of the grotesque creatures in their frenzied assault, and yet again there was the strange feeling settling into him once more. A burning coiling within his veins, the sensation spreading from head to toe as his heartbeat had quickened, a frantic beating beginning within his chest as excitement had settled within him as he finally had begun to defend himself.

His movements were fluid, flesh breaking underneath his claws and tearing apart by his hands, the horrid screams of the creatures as they who had dared to attack him were swiftly slaughtered. Blood flowed over, staining his claws with their ichor, an even more familiar feeling settling within him as he grasped hold of the last one, holding him tight with the arm he'd thought he had perhaps lost due to Osamu forever, his claws sinking in deep into the creature's throat, feeling it struggle and writhe underneath him. A vicious smile crossed his face, a black mist coiling up from his sharpened nails as the creature's form had become smaller, its flesh beginning to become gray and lifeless, plump flesh beginning to melt away until nothing was left. The vicious, amused feeling once more settled within his heart as he rose to his feet, turning to look upon Nori as the general truly was pale at the sight. He spotted the oni's lips quiver, pathetic beginnings of a sound escaping him as if he was at a lost for words... but then that look changed immediately from feeble fear to a vicious expression as Nori had laughed.

"I should have known those exiles would have revived you. I only wish you'd not have been revived before Demon King Osamu would get to the alter... no matter. Your existence proves that the alter does indeed exist." Nori's eyes shifted past Byakuren to the oasis, an obnoxious smirk crossing his face, "Well, even if I die here fighting you, I should at least leave some carnage, yes?" The general snapped his fingers, the sound causing Byakuren to look back at the oasis, his expression changing from feral satisfaction to horror as the creatures that Nori hadn't turned on Byakuren had rushed into the oasis, their snarls and screeches ringing out, misshapen figures entering the tents as Fudo as his men struggled to be taking any of them to an early grave. This was not going as well as he thought. But more importantly than that, Ayumi had come to his mind.

"...Ayumi," Her name slipped past his lips, causing the Demon King to turn away from Nori only for pain to flare up as he felt a blade clatter against his skin, making him turn to fact the general again, his expression fierce as Nori scoffed, "It is quite rude to run off so soon. You have to fight me after all, and I assure you... this will not end well for you." Nori's armored foot stomped against the sand as his body position shifted, hefting his sword upward in preparation for a fight, the blade pointed at Byakuren's chest.

 

[Keylyn May]

It had grown quiet. Ayumi, for a short time, couldn't hear anything that was happening. Everything seemed still a d that seemed to unnerve her the most. Heaing faint yells could give her some sigh as to what was happening. Silence left her in the dark. At one point, she heard a frantic sound from a voice she recognized as Fudo, and Ayumi desperately wished she knew what was happening. She hated this helpless feeling that had settled into her stomach.

That's when chaos seemed to unfold.

She could hear the voices and screams of those outside the tents, but she also heard the horrid snarls of the creatures that Osamu had created. She froze in her spot, her amber gaze having turned wide as it landed on the flaps of her tent. Panic raced through her heart. If the creatures were in the camp, where was Byakuren? She felt herself flinch at every snarl that seemed nearby her tent, putting a hand over her lips to stop herself from making noise as her gaze continued on the tent flaps.

 

[Keylyn May]

Friendly bump~ I'm hoping you are feeling well!