[And now there's a Demon God of Madness squatting down, his head wrapped up in scarves and wearing a rather nifty pinstripe suit. Sort of ruined by the five shirts he's wearing under it.
Her head tilts to the side, and a slightly confused sound makes it way from that white, furry throat. Almost like she's asking if he's cold from the way she's taking in his extreme wardrobe.]
[But can those strange eyes see her divinity? That is the question, is it not?
At the question, she scoots forward and gives a friendly bark. Petting is always welcome; the sun god really enjoys a good petting. It was the way Kushi always greeted her, after all, and she let her do it as long as she wanted every time she ran over to her.
...in fact, she may have run over to her several times just for a good petting, but she's not about to tell.]
[As a infernal divine being himself, who can see souls, maybe. Either way, he's not mentioning it yet. Doesn't seem relevant, since fluffiness is more important.
His hands are incredibly skinny and cold, with three eyes tattooed across the backs. Despite that, they are quite good at finding weak spots behind the ears.]
[The sun god can control blizzards and snow, no amount of cold fingers will keep her from enjoying such a wonderful petting. Her mouth parts as she manages to keep her leg from kicking out like some pet dog, and the noises she makes quite obviously show her enjoyment.]
Ke-ke. You're a funny little thing, huh? Wanna roll over for me?
[He doesn't stop playing with her ear, another hand brushing over the side of her face and ending up settled just behind the shoulder of a front leg, a fairly sensitive spot in itself.]
[Oh, he can pet her all he wants, but she's not going to roll over. At the question, she simply shakes her head, but her tongue lolls out as he finally reaches a spot so sensitive she honestly can't help but thump her tail and her back leg at the same time. Almost rhythmic, really.]
[He keeps it up, and actually matches her rhythm. He's quite good at finding weak spots and tugging at them, even if it's not for a malicious purpose.]
[That's exactly it, she doesn't expose her belly to anyone. Gentle, kind, and loving god that she is, submissive is not in her nature.
She licks her jaws as she manages to stop the thumping and whumping, wolf lips curled in a grin at the attention, and that he understands her refusal.]
[Amaterasu knows all about wind, strangely-eyed man. The only thing that seems to draw her attention at all is the fact of the matter that she had nothing to do with it.
Her tail thumps slightly at the statement.
Her head tilts and she wolf-frowns, eyes slightly pained.
No, she's not at all asleep. As he crouches down, the furry head looks up to reveal a good sight of her red markings and the beauty of the Divine Instrument Solar Flare on her back, flowing with fire and blue energy in waves and curls at the same time. Black wolf lips part in a greeting smile and her tail moves back and forth behind her.
[He smiles. Divinity itself takes many forms for many people all across the world and Amaterasu is one of them. Perhaps she will recognize him as Michael, the one who carries out the Lord's will. Or maybe not. Whatever the case, the golden aura around him never ceases to shine. The two of them are actually very similar. The only difference is he is not of this Earth. Not like the old gods.]
Hello, Amaterasu. [He holds his hand to her so she can catch his scent, get used to it.]
[He does come across as very golden indeed, and worth far more than Loreal.
She extends her paw slightly at his hand but doesn't shake like a pet, instead taking the option of sniffing his hand before giving it a good licking and wagging her tail as she stands. It's always good to be recognized, though Master Scruffy, Snowball, and Snowy are all welcome alternatives when walking about the lands of the earth and seen only through mortal eyes.
She seems more excited to be recognized and spoken to as an equal than anything else, however.
Good! is apparently the answer. I wasn't here until yesterday.]
[Yes, it's a bit sad when humans ignore what's in front of them, isn't it?
He nods, not even trying to wipe off his slobbered hand. That would be rude, after all. But he doesn't stand up either, content to remain at eye-level with the wolf god.]
I see. Do you have any plans about where to go from here?
[It is, but they can't be faulted. They're not meant to see such things, after all. How can they see the truth when most of the time it's completely out of their possible comprehension?
"Mundane" has a place for me on "the other sight"? I'm very new to this all.]
[That's very true. Very few humans are so spiritually aware, but for the most part it serves as protection. And that's just fine. He holds out his hand again, this time as an offering for an ear scratch. If she's alright with that, of course.]
Ah, another 'site.' It helps to think of it as a different place.
[Oh yes! All the scratchings are very welcome with the sun god! She'll even tilt her head just so for him to get a better angle, tail thumping as her eyes shut and tongue lolls in glee.
No, the 'other' one, is amidst the pleased sounds emitting from her furry throat. The journal of life, not the widest of dreams.]
[Yes! The other one. There are more? How many can there be? Why are there so many? So many questions, but simply...
It takes place in the land of the dead according to a nation known as the Greeks. All others gods and divine beings do not exist in this universe, even if they are played there. It is supposed to be the beginning and the end of all worlds, and it is full of horror.]
[Ooooh, the chin. A particularly interesting part of any being's body, the chin. Such a simple thing, but holding so much. If a chin was taken away, there would be ostracizing and issues with health for life.
But, oh boy, did it ever feel good for it to be scratched!
There are worse places, seems to be her easiest answer. There is a land of Orochi's creation, apparently. I will never allow myself to be placed or pulled there, none shall move that resolve.]
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He's staring.
Or not.
His eyes can't be seen.]
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Her head tilts to the side, and a slightly confused sound makes it way from that white, furry throat. Almost like she's asking if he's cold from the way she's taking in his extreme wardrobe.]
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...Just shy.
[And how did he work out what she was almost like asking?
Probably he guessed. Then again, he is most certainly not in the possession of normal eyes, so maybe he knows more than he's implying.]
Can I pet you, please? You look fluffy.
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At the question, she scoots forward and gives a friendly bark. Petting is always welcome; the sun god really enjoys a good petting. It was the way Kushi always greeted her, after all, and she let her do it as long as she wanted every time she ran over to her.
...in fact, she may have run over to her several times just for a good petting, but she's not about to tell.]
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His hands are incredibly skinny and cold, with three eyes tattooed across the backs. Despite that, they are quite good at finding weak spots behind the ears.]
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[He doesn't stop playing with her ear, another hand brushing over the side of her face and ending up settled just behind the shoulder of a front leg, a fairly sensitive spot in itself.]
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[He keeps it up, and actually matches her rhythm. He's quite good at finding weak spots and tugging at them, even if it's not for a malicious purpose.]
I understand that, at least.
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She licks her jaws as she manages to stop the thumping and whumping, wolf lips curled in a grin at the attention, and that he understands her refusal.]
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You're a weird one.
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And that ear will be toyed with until he stops or does something to make her pull away!
Weird? seems to be said in her body language. In what way?]
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Weird like you're not actually a wolf. Things that look like things but aren't things are scary.
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Her tail thumps slightly at the statement.
Her head tilts and she wolf-frowns, eyes slightly pained.
I scare you?]
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How sweet...
[Mocky mock mock.]
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She startles slightly at the materialization without warning, but other than that simply regards the extremely red creature before her.
Red is one of her colors, after all. It's a good color!]
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And he probably doesn't look like a mere overly-dressed human to her either.
At any rate, he crouches down to get a closer look. Is she asleep?]
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No, she's not at all asleep. As he crouches down, the furry head looks up to reveal a good sight of her red markings and the beauty of the Divine Instrument Solar Flare on her back, flowing with fire and blue energy in waves and curls at the same time. Black wolf lips part in a greeting smile and her tail moves back and forth behind her.
Hello!]
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Hello, Amaterasu. [He holds his hand to her so she can catch his scent, get used to it.]
How have you been?
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She extends her paw slightly at his hand but doesn't shake like a pet, instead taking the option of sniffing his hand before giving it a good licking and wagging her tail as she stands. It's always good to be recognized, though Master Scruffy, Snowball, and Snowy are all welcome alternatives when walking about the lands of the earth and seen only through mortal eyes.
She seems more excited to be recognized and spoken to as an equal than anything else, however.
Good! is apparently the answer. I wasn't here until yesterday.]
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He nods, not even trying to wipe off his slobbered hand. That would be rude, after all. But he doesn't stand up either, content to remain at eye-level with the wolf god.]
I see. Do you have any plans about where to go from here?
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"Mundane" has a place for me on "the other sight"? I'm very new to this all.]
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Ah, another 'site.' It helps to think of it as a different place.
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No, the 'other' one, is amidst the pleased sounds emitting from her furry throat. The journal of life, not the widest of dreams.]
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Ahh, I've heard of it. I've never been there, myself. And what is this place on the other 'site'?
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It takes place in the land of the dead according to a nation known as the Greeks. All others gods and divine beings do not exist in this universe, even if they are played there. It is supposed to be the beginning and the end of all worlds, and it is full of horror.]
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Now why would someone want to send you to the underworld? The sun does not belong there.
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It is her home, comes the reply, and she makes a stressed sound. Many others she has made these picture journals for are there already.]
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Unbelievable. The least she could do for you is let you choose where you would like to go.
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But, oh boy, did it ever feel good for it to be scratched!
There are worse places, seems to be her easiest answer. There is a land of Orochi's creation, apparently. I will never allow myself to be placed or pulled there, none shall move that resolve.]
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Indeed. It would be foolish of her to put you there, of all places.
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She would not dare; she values her life dearly.]