There was only so much she could do when every village in the area complained about monsters. No matter where she went, in human form or wolf form, every inn and brewery and farm was complaining about the same things, and all the villagers were terrified. "Demons and monsters!" they cried. Luckily a bit of snooping around was enough to have her pick up on a scent that was certainly not human.
With renewed determination after the fourth restaurant she'd visited had apologized profusely for the lack of sake, Amaterasu was padding deeper into the woods, frowning and grumbling to herself as she looked for signs of the supposed monster. Really, after all the stink thrown up by the villagers it had to be around here somewhere.
There was something to be said for the quiet solitude of the deep woods, and that was that at least no one was there to bother him. Now, Shuten-Douji liked people well enough, but in small doses, and preferably with zero screaming. A shame, then, that that kind of company was rare. Humans usually took one glance at his horns and would run the other way as fast as their legs would carry him.
On the other hand, the imps that called the mountainside home didn't seem to want to leave him alone, constantly pestering him or trying to steal his sake gourd. Oddly, there was the occasional rare imp who would actually bow to him and speak to him with reverence. Not that the oni ever payed them any mind.
Eventually it was to be that his skulking in the woods would attract bounty hunters and glory seekers... and even a particular goddess. Though the demon remained wholly unaware of this as he napped beneath the shade of a tree, propped up on his gourd.
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Date: 2014-11-05 04:55 am (UTC)yes good
Date: 2014-11-05 05:45 am (UTC)With renewed determination after the fourth restaurant she'd visited had apologized profusely for the lack of sake, Amaterasu was padding deeper into the woods, frowning and grumbling to herself as she looked for signs of the supposed monster. Really, after all the stink thrown up by the villagers it had to be around here somewhere.
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Date: 2014-11-06 03:14 am (UTC)On the other hand, the imps that called the mountainside home didn't seem to want to leave him alone, constantly pestering him or trying to steal his sake gourd. Oddly, there was the occasional rare imp who would actually bow to him and speak to him with reverence. Not that the oni ever payed them any mind.
Eventually it was to be that his skulking in the woods would attract bounty hunters and glory seekers... and even a particular goddess. Though the demon remained wholly unaware of this as he napped beneath the shade of a tree, propped up on his gourd.