[🐲] Hmm.... gotta think of a good @--

He's strangely absent at the moment. What is he up to? Going into the recesses of the island might bring about those answers.

Blood dripped down his exposed torso, Ryuura's gaze burning as he concentrated. He needed this, to let loose and relent like this after being stuck here for so long. Muscles flexed, low growls ripping from his lips. What was he up to, exactly?

Hopefully he's not found for a while yet. He's cooking up something good... call it a training, of sorts. It's an itch he's needed scratched for a while now.

Bloodthirsty.

He's feeling rather... peckish.

Care to tussle with a 𝙒𝙖𝙧 𝙂𝙤𝙙?

Perhaps he is?

He can't relax, not when they're time to be freed is so close once again. He's ready to paint his blades red with innocent blood once again.

He's been gone for far too long. . . His lust for blood is insatiable.

The cool breeze of the morning may have cleared his head, if not for the fact that he was already craving bloodshed.

His blades hunger for a worthy sacrifice. . .