“My master left me, and so I wander. Please allow me to carry out his work… I require your soul, your blood…” —•–> Not New To RP —•–> Flipped Account —•–> RTs Appreciated —•–> Open to Plot —•–> Dark Themes (Gore, Abuse, etc.) —•–> More Info Below

“Tch… stay in the dirt, you heathen. You don’t even deserve the title of ‘human’.”

“Unfortunate…”

[}Forreal though, someone love him and clean him up

Yes plz daddy

Yawns

[}I remember when I was good at RP.

Ahhhhh

[}I’m bored. Hecc.

[}cOUGHS

[}I feel like I’ve missed replies. Please bump any RPs I haven’t replied to.

Just a newspapers? Hayato didn’t do so much as wince. All he felt was pressure on his skin. Blunt force wasn’t an effective way to harm the creation. “Unfortunate, really, temporary master.” His skin was turning red… yikes.

Even still, as welts formed in the shape of the shoe, Hayato didn’t move even an inch. He didn’t flinch, he didn’t care. “You’re quite a psychological specimen. Clearly you have anger issues.”

“If you do that, not only urine will spill from your body.” With that, Hayato would reach for his left hip. He was going for his the hilt of his sword.