[ she even stretches her neck a little to the gentle scraping— there's nothing like a good scratch, and her muzzle relaxes into a close. ]
It is from my tail, [ she gives it a little thump and swish— lo and behold, the swirly tip is stained black. ] but I have inkpots too, yes.
[ now, there's something that's teasing her curiosity. amaterasu keeps a still gaze on the man, almost seeming to look into him. ]
Was it love?
[ if cursed creatures were capable of it . . . perhaps they weren't as demonic as she had thought. cursed does mean it could be lifted. but if it was a union of evil— then she takes that thought back. ]
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It is from my tail, [ she gives it a little thump and swish— lo and behold, the swirly tip is stained black. ] but I have inkpots too, yes.
[ now, there's something that's teasing her curiosity. amaterasu keeps a still gaze on the man, almost seeming to look into him. ]
Was it love?
[ if cursed creatures were capable of it . . . perhaps they weren't as demonic as she had thought. cursed does mean it could be lifted. but if it was a union of evil— then she takes that thought back. ]