Sunset Valley Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn

A child had suddenly come upon him; her voice was a pitiful shrill, raking against the drums within his ears. Such an encounter had definitely not been what he expected, but he would make use of it nonetheless. Whether a blessing or curse, Arashi would have his share of entertainment.

Scoffing, the behemoth craned his neck, setting cold, seething eyes downward and upon the fledgling. Who do I look like to you? The man snarled, tail lashing. When I hunt, it is for my own belly's fill, not yours. With such a threaded accent, it could have been hard to understand him. Luckily for him, years of travel offered him a better understanding of the common tongue. If he knew only Japanese, he surely wouldn't survive in this society.