𝐀𝐎, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍.
Independent portrayal of Ao, the Blue Dragon. Anime portrayal. Descriptive/Literate. Yona of the Dawn/ Multiverse. Interactions Welcomed.
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“Ha.” He chuckled under his breath, water dripping messily off his chin, he continued to grab another drink, then wiping the water off with the back of his hand, leaning back to heavily plop onto the bank. —
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— “By the way you talk, the same could be said for you.” His gaze seemingly, appeared to remain gazing at the water.
“Just seems stupid to me.” That was all. “Why is your hair so light, you’re young.” He sounded —
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“It’s best it remains that way.” For him not to know there was a village there. “In fact, once you leave this place, I would recommend you forget it.”
He swept his sword in front of him in a very casual way, but —
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-- suspicious of him.
"Is that so? I was not aware there was such a village in the vicinity."
The fox demon stepped towards the river, his eyes capturing the glimmers off of the water's surface. He may be parched.
"Is this river also property of the village?"
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— “But the village uses this river, yes.” If that was a better way to frame the question. He took a seat by the bank, using one hand to cup water, bringing it to his lips to drink. Thankfully the mask ended where his lips -
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— see him out.
He takes his sword out, but keeps it low. He walks towards the river’s edge, but keeps a close and cautious eye on the so called, ‘passerby’.
He’d let him get a drink at least.
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His hand hovered over his sword, though he didn’t get grasp it. He didn’t sound. . . like a thug. However he wouldn’t make a mistake. Not when the child he cared for was on the line and not far away. —
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— “This isn’t a village that entertains outsiders very well.” He warned. He wouldn’t say they were bad people, but they were very. . . cautious.
“I would go back to where you came from.” Great, now he had —
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Hostility.....or perhaps defensiveness.
The fox demon glanced over his form, uncertain if he had reproduced an appearance that was inadequate for his attempt at conversation.
Perhaps not.
Still, he folded his hands into the sleeves of his arms and greeted the human.
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— It wasn’t a villager, they would never approach him. So, to him, an outsider and an enemy.
He barked out a question, remaining seated. “Who goes there?” His hands slowly reach for his sword.
Though he was getting old, he wasn’t /that/ old. Spending a life fighting for your life had honed his skills.
For when the Yokai entered the clearing, Ao quickly slipped his mask on, straining to see who was approaching, but he couldn’t tell. —
— He’d place his mask beside him, then do a slow scan of the forest around him. He just needed to see what he could before he truly relaxed.
Though his sight wasn’t the best, it was half decent as most. Certainly not to what it use to be, thanks to the kid.
Villagers do not come this way, so Ao wasn’t on guard and trying to see anything.
He kept his mask in his hand, and his long blue hair blew lightly in the wind. He continued on his well used path until he reached the stream, where’d he’d take a seat and try to relax. —
Out and about again, he walks at a slow pace down a trail that has been wore down from frequent use. It’s quite a ways from the village, but it’s an area of the stream where he isn’t seen from the villagers.
Into the tree line he vanishes from the villages sight.