by Jojo Kaguya 15th March 2014, 9:31 pm
Jojo was pleased to hear that she would at least be accommodated for her catacomb being so shaken by some temple or something but her eyes instantly noticed something, a silver haired woman drop kicking the guy in the chest, something she never say daily. She immediately lowered into a stance, expecting a fight but then something was said, something about a nap while the magic circles were forming at her hands before decimating as fast as they arrived, “Just who is that and why did she attack you?” Yet in her mind, a secret hunger was laughing, a piece of her laughing until whispering to Jojo and breaking her concentration, “Fresh meal for the offering, a meal worthy to be eaten that one is.” The dark and immobile thoughts of her mind springing forth with a blood lust that Jojo contained, her eyes flickering to a darker tone color that the black they already were before reverting to the charcoal blackness of before. This was going to get out of hand, if she were to lose focus and control over the beast inside her. That could not happen, her mind did not wish to lose control she so far was used to for the past five years.