[ tamamo's territory is a formidable one. debauched mysticism, violent revelry. it's like being inside the belly of a beast, past the initiation of its maw and down into its bright and vulgar insides. its breath is perfumed with smoke and its shadows stretch long and kaleidoscopic, compacted by the neon signs that adorn every brothel entrance. music blooms from doors heaving open and slamming closed again at the bottom of dark stairwells... truly, one can be swallowed by this place, if not careful.
shou wonders if he belongs here, but his loyalty is easily directed — there's nothing for it but to familiarize himself. so he approaches mizukume, tenkohime's very own seat of power. it's as impressive as one might think despite it not really being what he's here for. luckily, he looks it, pace slowing as he swivels his head around to search for his fellow tamamo initiate.
perhaps he should have sent or requested a picture for who he's actually looking for... ]
— ᴀʏᴀᴋᴀ.
shou wonders if he belongs here, but his loyalty is easily directed — there's nothing for it but to familiarize himself. so he approaches mizukume, tenkohime's very own seat of power. it's as impressive as one might think despite it not really being what he's here for. luckily, he looks it, pace slowing as he swivels his head around to search for his fellow tamamo initiate.
perhaps he should have sent or requested a picture for who he's actually looking for... ]