In a flash of speed, Hikage was behind the Black Reaper and took a whiff of her hair.
"Tasty." Not a grin, neither a straightforward answer. All this 'husk' commented was on the savory nature of Akira's scent.
She would tread carefully.
"Just who might you be?"
In a flash of speed, Hikage was behind the Black Reaper and took a whiff of her hair.
"Tasty." Not a grin, neither a straightforward answer. All this 'husk' commented was on the savory nature of Akira's scent.