- Invitation Status
- Not accepting invites at this time
- Posting Speed
- Slow As Molasses
- Writing Levels
- Adept
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Primarily Prefer Male
He picked at the bandages. "They are fine," he snorted. "You did an adequate job of caring for your god." He stretched once more before following Kiyoko down the hall, looking at each room as they passed them with curiosity. It had been a while since he had stepped foot into the Hayashi shrine. The last time he had been here there was an old man with a long beard thrown across hit shoulders like a ponytail and a feisty old woman who was blind yet had extraordinary magical prowess. She was able to see as if she had an inner third eye, using it to farm bountiful crops and speak to the god whenever he passed by. This was when he was still a god worth respecting, when he was the god of autumn and metal. He could rest on the roofs of temples and shrines dedicated to him and watch the sun rise and set, spending time with the owners of the facilities.
"Say..." he said, remembering the presence of the temple cat. They were almost always in shrines and temples as well, lurking in every corner. Most of them were quite kind to him, as he recalled. "What is the name of your temple cat? It is quite brave to stand before a god's wrath."
"Say..." he said, remembering the presence of the temple cat. They were almost always in shrines and temples as well, lurking in every corner. Most of them were quite kind to him, as he recalled. "What is the name of your temple cat? It is quite brave to stand before a god's wrath."