[Natsuno wipes the last drops of blood off his brow and turns to see who threw the bones. Three... werewolves? He heard something about that, invaded the grove to "play," and the smallest one locks eyes with him -
He'd know these features anywhere, no matter how twisted. The look in those eyes hasn't changed, the tortured gaze of a monster driven mad with hunger.
Is it really Tohru-chan, or just something shaped like him? Does it even matter?
Natsuno's voice is almost a growl.]
Is that supposed to hurt me? Make it look like him? [He ducks, trying to avoid the next bone.] You're dead!
[He tosses a small sun sphere at the creature. He's already responsible for Tohru-chan's final death, this abomination isn't going to make him feel anything. How dare they, how dare - ]
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He'd know these features anywhere, no matter how twisted. The look in those eyes hasn't changed, the tortured gaze of a monster driven mad with hunger.
Is it really Tohru-chan, or just something shaped like him? Does it even matter?
Natsuno's voice is almost a growl.]
Is that supposed to hurt me? Make it look like him? [He ducks, trying to avoid the next bone.] You're dead!
[He tosses a small sun sphere at the creature. He's already responsible for Tohru-chan's final death, this abomination isn't going to make him feel anything. How dare they, how dare - ]