Yesterday, 11:30 AM
Nana had been acting strange lately...
This suspicion wasn’t because of the pregnancy — he was already long aware of that. Even more so with the growth in her sides. Yet no matter what he said or asked, the priestess seemed to avoid the subject all together whenever he inquired. Ruitō had not been a man particularly skilled at picking up on social cues — was it rude to inquire on a woman’s love life?
As curious as he was, the samurai wouldn’t be nosy and continue poking around who Nana had conceived with. Yet, if his intuition did not fail him, such a topic shouldn’t invoke fear when brought up. An increasing worry settled within his bones that something bad happened that he wasn’t there for…something he couldn’t protect her from.
Yet why couldn’t she just tell him?
Once upon a time, he’d been a friend she could lean on for anything….what had changed?
He had left lady Yume’s chambers earlier in order to hunt something fresh for her. As usual, she had not been eating as well as she should have, and the man thought maybe something fresh would relent her appetite. Yet that was until he’d returned to find the figure of the very woman he’d been thinking of — Nana.
—with an unknown man standing dangerously close to her. Far too close for his liking.
Dropping the hare in his mouth at once, Ruito did not waste any time moving towards them. His strides were particularly long, seeming to cross the distance between him and the man in half the time it should’ve — and the Oni did not hide his intentions, either.
His muzzle wrinkled unpleasantly, and his hackles rose between his shoulder blades like spines. A tail rose high over his hocks in a similar manner.
“Back away.”— it was written all over his body language.
And if he did not heed his warnings by the time he was upon him, Ruito’s teeth would attempt to seek his skin.
This suspicion wasn’t because of the pregnancy — he was already long aware of that. Even more so with the growth in her sides. Yet no matter what he said or asked, the priestess seemed to avoid the subject all together whenever he inquired. Ruitō had not been a man particularly skilled at picking up on social cues — was it rude to inquire on a woman’s love life?
As curious as he was, the samurai wouldn’t be nosy and continue poking around who Nana had conceived with. Yet, if his intuition did not fail him, such a topic shouldn’t invoke fear when brought up. An increasing worry settled within his bones that something bad happened that he wasn’t there for…something he couldn’t protect her from.
Yet why couldn’t she just tell him?
Once upon a time, he’d been a friend she could lean on for anything….what had changed?
He had left lady Yume’s chambers earlier in order to hunt something fresh for her. As usual, she had not been eating as well as she should have, and the man thought maybe something fresh would relent her appetite. Yet that was until he’d returned to find the figure of the very woman he’d been thinking of — Nana.
—with an unknown man standing dangerously close to her. Far too close for his liking.
Dropping the hare in his mouth at once, Ruito did not waste any time moving towards them. His strides were particularly long, seeming to cross the distance between him and the man in half the time it should’ve — and the Oni did not hide his intentions, either.
His muzzle wrinkled unpleasantly, and his hackles rose between his shoulder blades like spines. A tail rose high over his hocks in a similar manner.
“Back away.”— it was written all over his body language.
And if he did not heed his warnings by the time he was upon him, Ruito’s teeth would attempt to seek his skin.