A Beast of Oneself PvP Fuuko/Iroka Vs Rafael/Zadora NDE

[Satoshi Fuuko]

It was a nice day out and even the far reaches of Rukongai seemed peaceful in the sunlight. It was hard to tell that battles had raged here not too long ago. The houses that had been destroyed from fighting and the ones that were simply dilapidated were nearly indistinguishable from each other. Fuuko and Iroka had ventured out to the district to help bring some additional aid as well as some, hopefully, much needed PR. 

"The last thing we need out here is for there to be a rash of sickness when people are still rebuilding. We've got all this technology and medicine at our disposal, we can't forget about the people out here. They are the ones that need it most, ya know?" Fuuko said as she walked through the village. 

"I wanna work with Sensei's school to help revitalize these outskirt districts. I want the people out there to know that the people behind the walls, the ones who are supposed  to protect them, are actually doing  their jobs. It's not hard to bring supplies out here, ya know?" Fuuko shook her head. "These people shouldn't be livin like this when we live inside a fricken castle! It's bullshit!" Fuuko snorted. 

"Besides, havin a presence out here means we're less likely ta have these places used as attack points or stagin grounds for people who wanna try and breach the Seireitei." Fuuko explained. "And I think that flashin off that shiny new badge a yers," Fuuko patted the Vice Captain's badge on Iroka's arm, "would go along way to showin the people that this ain't some kinda token gesture. We're not just sendin mooks out, we're sendin two of the top three people in the division." 

Fuuko took amoment to stop and look at the sun through the trees. "I got a lot of ideas, sis. An I wanna make sure that when I am captain, they are already in the process of bein implemented. I really wanna show everyone  how much I care about the Yonbantai." Fuuko squeezed one fist and punched it into her palm. "And make everyone else put some fuckin respect  on our name! Heh!" 

Fuuko was getting fired up. Unfortunately, it wasn't the time for fighting. "It just feels like a lot of the other divisions have been takin a step back fer a while now. We gotta be the ones ta keep pushin forward. We're the backbone of this whole operation." Fuuko looked wryly at IIroka. "At the very  least, we can't let it be the Juunibantai! Damn nerds! They don't tell no one nothin! How can we trust that!?" Fuuko gave Iroka a nudge. "What do ya think, sis?" She asked as she made her way to a clearing in the village, one that looked out into the open wilds past the district. 

[Munemasa Iroka]

Iroka had been delighted to hear that Seireitei finally seemed to, to some extent, remember that people existed in the further districts of Rukongai. Even though, as usual, it was expectedly the least valued Division in Seireitei that had been saddled with the task of going to check on the welfare of the outer areas. Still, Iroka did not care. Her opinion of what was considered honorable differed from that of other Shinigami expectedly. And going to help these people in need, as far as Iroka was concerned, was one of the best and most honorable things she could be doing. Not killing and breaking stuff.

And that wasn't the only good thing going on for her. Iroka had, only a few days earlier, received news of her promotion to none other than the second greatest position in her Division. Even though she felt Fuuko was more deserving of the role than she was, it was a dream come true. Especially as Fuuko had eventually approved of her requesting the promotion. With her new position, there were many more ways she could be more effective at protecting the interests of the Yonbantai. Many more ways to help both Seireitei and Rukongai. Many more phones to steal.

Okay, scratch that part. Iroka, though silent, couldn't agree more with Fuuko's impassioned speech. She was glad that her sworn sister was out here with her. Fuuko's fearlessness was something Iroka wished she had. Fuuko was something of a revolutionary, and had the makings of a great leader: the fierceness to hold one's position, and a heart big enough to know the merit of looking after the underdogs. Iroka was not sure she had the charisma to drive change so forcefully, but that gave her no excuse to sit on her laurels and do nothing.

"I have you to thank for the shiny new badge, Oni-chan," Iroka beamed. "Though I'm afraid I'm yet to figure out how to turn on the light feature." Fuuko had said it was shiny, and talked about flashing it. It looked like wood, and gave off no light. Therefore, surely it had to have a light feature somewhere, that she was yet to discover. Would she be demoted if she did not discover how to get the feature on time? She was too ashamed to ask Fuuko if the blonde knew how to activate the badge's lights, though.

"You are correct; I do find the Juunibantai to be very suspicious," Iroka replied. Her mind went back to her trip on Earth with Aramis Tezuka, or more correctly, Kusamura-sama. While she was, up till this moment, grateful of the grace he had shown her by neither executing her nor outing her secret, there was a part of her that was unwilling to just trust that his motives were altogether pure. Or maybe it was Mushoku that was influencing her suspicion. The Hollow clearly did not like him, after all.

"Besides, my fear is that the Juunibantai may come here and make everyone feel like their lab rats," Iroka added. "We're here to make the Rukongai folk feel like we care... because we do! Even if the 12th guys care, and I'm not sure of that, I suspect they will have... difficulties in getting such sentiments across. Most times, the 12th is only interested in the furthering of their research. The 4th saves lives. It's best these people meet the life savers, not the lab coats."

[Rafael]

Damn why was this such a hard thing to do? That was the only question that ran throughout Rafael’s mind for the last several hours. Sure hunting, carrying and dealing with the humans weren’t the most enjoyable things to do for him, but actually voicing his emotions when he barely understood them himself. Yeah that was going swimmingly. In fact he felt like he was drowning as he walked throughout the Seventy Seventh Western District of the Rukongai. One of the closest to his home while still being a couple hours away even for himself and Zadora. It’d only been a couple days now since he’d confessed his feelings for the white tigress and since then the two of them hadn’t really talked much. He was sure she either didn’t know how to let him down or was being shy.

He wasn’t sure which, but he didn’t want to force her to give him some kind of answer when he hadn’t asked her a question. He’d just kissed her like an animal. Now he really was happy that his entire body was covered in his ebony hair otherwise his skin may be pink from embarrassment. Hunting down four deer hadn’t taken the two of them long at all. Just get far enough away from home that the deer wouldn’t learn to stay away and then carry them for a couple hours. That’s all hunting was now that they could smell the deer. Rafael also knew most of the locations they preferred as he’d been taming quite a number of his own pets.

It wasn’t something that he really got at first, but for the last several weeks the typical animals that he could find . . . pretty much anywhere really liked to listen to him. It was almost like they accepted he was really like them and would listen if he wanted them to do something. Rafael wasn’t sure why this happened all of a sudden or if he really liked it, but he knew it could be useful. The only thing he wouldn’t do was make an animal give up. Hunting for food was still something to be earned otherwise the value of every meal would be diminished. Rafael wasn’t going to let his people, even the humans that joined him now turn back into monsters.

By communicating with some and taming others Rafael had set up a fragile, useful system with the animals of the wilderness around his home. The only thing useful to Zadora and himself right now though would be the dozens and dozens of crows scattered throughout the district. A murder of crows that all viewed the feline just as dark as themselves to be their leader. A murder that was now his eyes and knew what to look for, and thus when he saw one of the small avians flying over he held out his massive paw and allowed it to descend down onto his pads.

“Seems the trader is in the same spot. This one is telling me there are Shinigami in the area though. Careful not to start the problems.”

[Zadora]

Zadora walked along Rafael’s side, her golden gaze glanced around. Making sure to keep looking around. Just to see if there was something new that she could want or need for her cooking supplies.And even every now and then would she peek up to her massive friend next to her. She could see that he was facing forwards, not showing any nerves being around so many people. Maybe it was because their pack now had many people in it… Many people like the people in the Rukongai.

Though she was peeking up to him every now and then, she didn't really speak as she was being shy and embarrassed around him. Since the kiss, she hasn't given a reply. But that was mostly because she was being shy with herself. But she also knew that she would then be considered his weakness. At least to her, she would be. And she didn't want to be his weakness. She did like him a lot. And she also struggled with speaking about her feelings. Embarrassed about her own feelings about her massive friend. And the kiss was making it hard for her to contain her feelings.

But her biggest thing was that the both of them haven't talked about it. It was he kissed her then he went back to training. Then after that, he had been busy leading their pack. She hoped that with her doing the hunting and cooking would help with relieving some of the stress off him. But with the additional people in their pack, they haven't had the time to actually talk about it. And even now when it’s the two of them, she is struggling with bringing it up. She was nervous that it could have been a one-time thing. And while she didn't want to be his weakness, her feelings for him were growing.

And when they began their hunt, she couldn't help but watch. One because of her feelings. And two, it's always been her that has done the hunting. While she was the fastest between the two, she noticed that he had gotten faster as well. And she noticed that he was able to find the prey much faster than she had. Though she was picky on the prey she hunts. She watched the way he moved. The confidence that he displayed. Part of her wished she had that. While she is mildly confident about her hunting skills, she was more territorial about her grounds that she hunts.

While in her thoughts, she didn't see him lift a hand and allow a crow to land on his palm. It was when he began to speak is when she blinked and turned her head to look at him. Her eyes went to the black bird that was in his palm. She stared at the crow before she turned her head up to look up to him. Taking in his words then she gave a small nod of her head. ”Well then, we gotta make sure we behave ourselves and not look for trouble… Rafael...” She spoke, side glancing at her friend next to her while she joked softly.

[Satoshi Fuuko]

"What? No... Sis, it's just a piece of wood. It's not supposed o light up...." Normally Fuuko would go along with or ignore Iroka's bouts of literalcy, but in this instance, it was too much to not  correct her a little  bit. Still, she couldn't help but smile. "I guess you could add  one, that might make the other Vice-Captains jealous..." Fuuko's eyebrows wiggled. She would like to see that. Iroka wasn't egotistic enough to show off much of anything, but Iroka would put her up against nearly any of the other fukutaichou. 

"Yeah, I need to get over there and do some business. I haven't had a lot of time yet, though." Fuuko explained. "Yeah, everything is a number  to them. Fuckin nerds." She hissed again. "Yeah, yer right. Fuckin'..." Fuuko was starting to get worked up as she punched her hand into her fist. "But we can't just be reactive. We gotta be proactive. There's mroe that we can  do before  a life needs saved! We should be improvin the quality of it so that there is less for us to have to react to. Healthier lives means more that don't need savin. Those that do, should be more like front line soldiers." 

Fuuko nodded, but then stopped suddenly. "Hold up." She held out her hand and looked up. "Uh... last time I checked, there ain't usually this many crows hangin around a village, is there?" She asked as she had not thought of it until she had seen damn near a crow in every tree and plenty with small groups. She wasn't that sure how they behaved, but she was also sure that they had been eying her and Iroka. It felt  like she was being watched, at least. 

She closed her eyes and began to check for reiatsu. Not really her strongest suit, but for what she needed, it would do. "Hmmm... I'm sensing some big reiatsu nearby." She said. "Somewhere between one and three, I'd say. Whatever it is, though, it's not a villager." Fuuko explained. She opened her eyes and towards the direction she felt it, started walking. She flared up her own reiatsu, letting whoever was there know exactly  who was in the area. 

"If they aren't supposed to be here, then, hopefully, they'll run away." She paused. "Or, maybe, they'll be stupid and want to fight. Heh." Fuuko grinned, hopeful for that outcome. "But either way, let's head that way. They'll know we're coming and then they  can decide how much of their ass needs kickin!" Fuuko then bent her knees and picked up the pace, to about 300, to get to the source of the reiatsu as fast as she could. 

[Munemasa Iroka]

Iroka raised an eyebrow, as Fuuko tried to explain that the Vice Captain badge was not meant to light up. Hadn't she just said otherwise earlier? Ah well, people were so difficult to understand. The idea of putting lights on the badge didn't sound so bad, though Iroka was not of the mind to make other Vice Captains jealous. They were all supposed to be on the same team, after all, weren't they?

Fuuko's intention to do 'business' with the 12th was curious. Iroka could not imagine what sort of interest her boisterous friend would have with the 12th, with all their wiles and secrets. Fuuko was quite straightforward and honest, one of the many reasons Iroka was fond of her. If the 12th was anything, judging by those from that division with whom she had interacted, they were mostly shifty folk. Hopefully they did not have a hold over Fuuko, the way Kusamura-sama did over Iroka.

Any chance of discussing Fuuko's business with the Juunibantai was put on hold, as the blonde began speaking of what they of the 4th could do here. Iroka agreed with the idea of being proactive, as long as it didn't involve punching people in the face. Improving the quality of life for the people farther out was definitely something she could put her efforts into. It was hopefully much less violent than other ways through which Seireitei could establish a presence in the wilder regions of Rukongai. But before she could voice her own thoughts, her colleague noticed something suspicious.

Iroka looked up and saw the crows in the distance. "Yes, that many crows together is a bit concerning," she replied, squinting at them, apparently unbothered if they were observing her and Fuuko or not. Wild animals, after all, tended to be wary in the presence of larger creatures to which they were not accustomed. "Being carrion birds, do you think there may have been a massacre nearby?" Iroka really hoped that was not the case, though.

Iroka would have to trust her friend's reiatsu sensing ability, as hers was nonexistent. Fuuko identified a source, and made a sort of response by flaring her own reiatsu. Iroka did not bother to do likewise. Some could take the flare as a challenge, especially with the kind of environment the two Shinigami presently were in. In any case, if Iroka was worried that the strong reiatsu presence might find them hostile, Fuuko was not.

She shook her head as her friend grinned, eager for a fight, although there was a small smile on Iroka's face as well. "I thought we were here to bring relief and stuff to people, not bash skulls in," she said, her voice slightly chiding. "Anyhow, you are correct in that we should check out whoever is lingering around there." So saying, she took off after Fuuko, keeping up with the blonde's speed as they zeroed in on the strong presence. Iroka may have been a pacifist, but she was not scared to throw fists if she had to.

[Rafael]

A wide smile broke out across the face of darkness after Zadora’s little jab. Rafael believed that he really wasn’t the problem although he knew himself well enough now that denying he enjoyed fighting isn't possible. Lying wasn’t something he did. Perhaps it was since he isn't human anymore? Maybe that played no role at all, but he just knew that in his own eyes there wasn’t a reason for it. If he lied then he was hiding something or just starting something that could turn out bad for him later. No reason or benefit to him at all.

It was a nice couple of minutes even after knowing that the Shinigami were in the area. It didn’t last long though or at least as long as Rafael would prefer, but that was pretty much the case whenever a Shinigami happened to be involved. This time though he could tell they were going to become a problem with two different signals. The first of which was the caw of several crows. He’d taught them to caw in a certain pattern whenever they saw a threat coming towards him. The other was the obvious attempt to intimidate Zadora and himself which they’d find to be fruitless.

“Remember I didn’t start it this time.”

Rafael spoke to Zadora both making a joke about the situation due to her last comment and letting her know that it was almost a guarantee already that the Shinigami coming at them right now were looking to fight. Rafael couldn’t really tell how strong the Shinigami coming their way were as he didn’t have any talent for sensing things, but he could tell they weren’t weak. Already he could tell this fight had the potential to bring this village like the last one into a state of ruin.

Rafael didn’t want to do battle here around all these people after picking up all the pieces last time it happened. These people already lived in bad enough conditions, destroying what little they could manage was just cruel. Not to mention how he would sell the game they’d both managed to get if the vendor was running terrified. Maybe with Zadora here the Shinigami could be pursued to leave and go about their so-called business, but Rafael really doubted they’d listen to any Beast, even the most beautiful one.

[Zadora]

Zadora peeked to her friend, watching a smile breakout across his face at her small comment. She couldn't stop herself from staring at the moment. Until she was finally able to pull her gaze from him to look ahead of them. She was very thankful for her white and black fur because she was sure she would be red in the face from staring at him. Knowing the longer she spent with him, her feelings were getting hard to hide. How long could she hold up? Mainly after he had kissed her after training one night.

She glanced to the side as a small huff left her. Her golden eyes looked to the buildings, stalls and the people that were out doing their own thing. Yet they kept their distance from them. They were not as friendly as the one that was now living in their pack up in the mountain. Not like the group of hunters that she had saved from the Roach that was hunting in her new hunting grounds. Remember them saying ‘thank you for saving them’ to her before she left, dragging the dead Roach behind her... It was like these people were nervous to be close to them.

Blinking when she heard his voice caused her to turn her head to look at him. Cocking her head to the side, unsure of what he meant by that. She furrowed her brows at hearing the slight joke in his tone but there was something more to it. Almost like he was warning her of something. This causes her to stiffen slightly and turn her head to the side to glance around them. She trusted his judgment and the two mixed tones made her more alert. Yet she was unsure of what was going to happen.

Her ears flicked forwards and swiveled around, trying to listen all around them but it was hard for her to hear due to the constant conversations of the people around them. Surely no one would attack them while they're surrounded by all these people. Her tail lashed out to the side in a quick but nervous flick. She glanced at Rafael for the moment before she turned her head to look back ahead of them. Trying to figure out where the danger could possibly be coming from.

[Satoshi Fuuko]

"Shit, I didn't even think of that!" Iroka's words were disconcerting, but instead of rushing towards where a potential massacre might be, the normally brash blonde stopped. She lifted up her head and smelled the air, taking deep whiffs as her nose twitched. When it came to most things, Fuuko's sense of spell was fairly normal, but she had spent so much time around blood that even the smallest drops could tickle her senses. After a few seconds, she shook her head. "Nah, thankfully I don't think that's the case. I don't smell anything." She said and then continued walking. "If someone or somethin had been obliterated around here, I'd be gaggin on the stench." 

With her and Iroka's fears temporarily assuaged, Fuuko went back to her quick pace. "But that don't mean there ain't bad intentions out there. Have you heard about all the shit going on in the world of the livin?" Fuuko hadn't gotten a chance to really see any of it. Moscow, New York, all of the Shinigami's enemies seemed to be stirring up trouble. What Fuuko didn't say was what that meant. She had heard many thousands perished. With such an upset in the balance... Fuuko knew that her own kind could be prowling around looking to round up souls to rebalance things. She didn't want to think about it. Her duty as a Shinigami and her duty as a Doctor made it difficult to line up either way. 

She would only wait for Iroka's answer before she picked up the pace. As she got closer, she was able to distinguish the reiatsu a bit better. Two of them, seemed to be Beast-Clan. She had only had light dealings with the beat clans  before. She had helped out a village besieged by some insects, but she knew that they kept to their lands and left the Rukongai alone. So, if they were here... 

Fuuko dropped her reiatsu as she finally spotted where they were. She slowed her pace and stepped into the clearing. "Oi!" Fuuko barked. She noticed the big guy right away and immediately started pacing towards him. "Did ya get lost?!" She asked. "This ain't Beast-Clan territory! I don't know what  yer doin here, but this village is already bein served by the Gotei Thirteen." Fuuko motioned to herself. "I'm Satoshi Fuuko Third Seat of the Yonbantai, this is Munemasa Iroka, Fukutaichou of the Yonbantai." Fuuko said, giving a proper introduction to the two. "We're here to assess and support this region. So, pardon the bluntness, but you can go ahead and fuck off back to your territory." 

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Reiatsu: 5000/5000 - Blood Bank: 000 - | Unreleased Tachi

Blood Collection Passive [00] |

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{Stats & Skills}Stats:

Reiatsu: 5000

[[Strength - 400 Points (700) +75%
Speed - 350 Points
Spiritual Pressure - 400 Points (500) +25%
Reiatsu Strength - 45 Points (27) -40%
Light Aura - 95 Points
Dark Aura - 05 Points
Instinct- 95 Points
Senses- 70 Points (52) -25%
Energy sensory - 40 Points
Healing Expertise - 0 Points

Total: 1400/1400 SP]

Current Skills 17/17
• [Pain Tolerance] {3}
• [Lack of Fear] {3}
• [Zanjutsu] {1}
• [Strength of Will] {3}
• [Damage Recovery] {1}
• [Bleeding Tolerance] {3}
• [Blood Scent] {3}

Munemasa Iroka

[Munemasa Iroka]

Iroka paused as her friend and squad mate stopped to attempt to verify whether the proliferation of crows was as the result of carrion. Even though it did not seem too important a thing, Iroka took note of the fact that Fuuko had not thrown caution to the winds and rushed impulsively to the location of where the crows were congregating. When they had first met, Fuuko was the kind to simply rush into situations. Now, she was willing to assess things before proceeding. It was a sign of growth, Iroka thought, with some degree of pride in her friend.

Fortunately, it did not seem as though any massacre had occurred. Iroka's senses did not pick anything, but she trusted Fuuko. Since the blonde had a sort of connection to blood through her zanpakutō spirit, there was no reason to doubt that Fuuko might have been mistaken. That was good. Lives were often lost in the most meaningless ways in the more lawless districts of Rukongai. But the possibility of meeting hostile forces was not comforting. Still, duty had to be done.

Fuuko's question elicited a thoughtful hum. "I've heard that quite a lot of odd things have been happening, but I don't know what to make of them," the carrot-top replied honestly. "Unnecessary deaths in large cities, or some such thing. It's quite infuriating to see how some others view the lives of humans as little more than livestock, just because humans are much less powerful than they are. But then again, in most systems, only those with power get respected.

I have a lot of concerns for the balance of the Soul Cycle, too. Too many deaths in the human world would make a much larger than normal influx of souls here, and who knows what Seireitei's top brass would sanction to maintain the balance." Unlike Fuuko, Iroka was less likely to not say what she thought. Like Fuuko, though, she thought the implications were quite unsettling.

As Fuuko resumed moving with speed, Iroka managed to keep up, right until the blonde slowed down and stepped into a clearing. In the clearing were two cat-like figures. Without hesitation, Fuuko marched up towards the big one that reminded Iroka of a panther, and accosted him. Not the way Iroka would have proceeded, but Fuuko was Fuuko. As the blonde introduced them, Iroka timidly waved with an apologetic smile. "Um, hi," was all she said, just before Fuuko ordered the two to get lost, in no uncertain, and not the politest of terms. Something told Iroka that the 'request' would be denied.

"Oh boy...."

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{Stats and Skills}
STATS
Strength: 70 (-50%): 35
Speed: 380
Reiatsu Strength: 400 (+100%): 800
Spiritual Pressure: 400 (+100%): 800 [Reiatsu: 8000]
Instinct: 50
Senses: 100 (-50%): 50
Energy Sensory: 00
Healing Expertise: 400

Light Aura: 100
Dark Aura: 0


SKILLS: 18/21
Analyzing: 2
Strength of Will: 3
Hakuda- Shintenken: 2
Battle Analysis: 3
Kidō Mastery: 2
Mental Incantation: 1
Cold Tolerance: 1
Damage Recovery: 2
Crafting/Forging: 2

[Rafael]

It didn’t take more than a couple additional seconds for the Shinigami to become visible. Running headlong towards the both of them as if they were slaughtering the people who lived in the untended areas. Rafael had traveled through enough of these places to know that the Shinigami rarely if ever actually came out this far and if they did it was always to cause problems. If he’d met ten Shinigami at this point then nine of them had attacked him for simply being in the area. He was tired of it and now had made his point known more than a month ago. He had thought for a moment perhaps retaliation for his attack on the Seireitei was coming, but now all he saw and felt were the two females in front of him.

Rafael didn’t have to look over to check in Zadora; he was confident in the power that she’d developed recently. She hadn't yet thrown herself into the thrill of combat, but she’d been hunting more, training enough that her power and strength had grown. The Shinigami wouldn’t want what she possessed as he didn’t want to fight against it either. He was the stronger Beast between them for the moment, but in his own eyes he was also the easier to deal with and offered quite a bit less. Holding the deer on his right shoulder still, Rafael watched the Shinigami approach, but before she even got to him he already discounted what she was going to say.

Her physical approach was too aggressive, her tone of voice and the way she’d made her reiatsu known, all of it told Rafael that they didn’t want him here. Standing far above all three females in height Rafael didn’t bother to look down at the dark skin shinigami shouting at him. Perhaps a few months ago he would have explained that he was in the area to trade and that the area was obviously not being served by the shinigami like she claimed. Many of them were barely clothed and others starved. The people that followed him now had lived in the same way before he saved them from a different Shinigami.

“Doesn’t matter how many of these places I see, finding a trader always takes too much time. Think we’ll find something better than just coins, Zadora?”

Rafael completely ignored Fuuko and Iroka, not responding to what either one said. In truth Iroka didn’t say much, but he wouldn’t have ignored her if she hadn’t come with the other one. That one didn’t deserve interaction. She was a waste of time with her attitude. Time was something the trader would want for the meat they were carrying so getting to one soon was the best choice. Rafael had tried talking with the Shinigami enough. They’d proven they could fight somewhat, but none of them were open minded. He didn’t want to cause the normal people trouble again.

Burning another district to the ground wasn’t something he wanted, breaking the teeth out of this shinigami’s mouth. . . that actually seemed like something pleasant. Perhaps he could save others from her attitude if he broke her jaw. Starting to walk past her Rafael moved like an adult stepping around a small child. The Shinigami were shorter than even Zadora and as such to the nearly nine foot tall panther all of them were the height of a child. He was ready though for his instincts to warn him the moment she tried something. It was just time to try something new he couldn’t or well didn’t want to break every shinigami’s limbs so they’d just stay out of his business.

[Zadora]

Zadora blinked, spotting the two Shinigami rushing towards the two of them. Her brows furrowed for the moment was their semi aggressive way of approaching them. Like they were causing trouble even though Rafael and herself were just walking through to sell the meat that was slung over Rafael’s shoulders like a sack of potatoes. Mildly feeling irritated with their way of approach. Mainly when they have done nothing wrong. Her lips pressed together as her tail flick to the right with irritation that they had walked into.

Then the one Shinigami approached Rafael and began to speak. Her tone was aggressive like her approach and she clenched her fangs together with the way the woman was speaking with Rafael. Even if the woman had introduced them, she could have been more mature with the approach as well as her tone she was taking with them. Slowly she glanced at Rafael, watching him briefly staring down at the Shinigami. Yet he had nothing to say to the woman with the way she was acting.

Her golden gaze turned to look at the other woman who was just farther back, Slowly she cocked her head before her rounded her swiveled towards Rafael as he finally spoke. The sound of his voice caused her to turn her head to look at him, then realized that he was completely ignoring the two Shinigami and spoke to her. She offered a smile then she watched her panther friend begin to move. She glanced at the two other women then looked all around her. Looking at each person that was in the area.

She moved to follow after Rafael. She didn't like fighting like her friend did. And with all the people around them, it wasn't ideal to engage with them. Too many could get injured in such an altercation. Mainly with her ability. While Rafael had brute strength that can destroy many… many things and injuries were bound to happen with that. With her, if she got into an altercation with so many people near her, it was guaranteed that there will be injuries. Including injuring Rafael and she did not want to do that. She had seen how her ability hurt him in training. She did not want to see that again.

“I mean yes but we don't want to wait and look for too long. Don't want meat to go bad by the time we do find a trader.” She spoke as she glanced at the deer that was slung over his shoulder. Mentally happy that he had carried it all the way here. Where she would have taken breaks and rest. “Your shoulder is okay right? No cramps?” She asked, her head tilted back, allowing herself to get a better look up at him. While she was looking up at him, her ears were flicked backwards, facing the two Shinigami. Making to listen in case they tried another approach,