((Thank you so much!))
"It would be easier with a knife Hiei."
" A potato must be treated with delicate strokes, " This is probably the only time you’ll hear that word used in such a way, he’s also got most of it peeled at this point.
"You’d do less damage with a knife then you would digging your nails into it." Such a strange concept, but he’d go with it.
((it’s still in the making darlin’. I just finished the line work on the plant and I go back the 25th for the shading. Then another session for the full color. 4 hours is my limit on a good day, so it needs to be split up. But I’ll be posting pictures as it goes!))
((Thank you so much! I won’t lie, it hurts like hell. Though, a full back piece is a hard one. A lot of tender spots and not a lot of easier spots in between. This newest addition is going to be hard. But in the end it will all be worth it. If you have something done that means a lot to you emotionally, it’s easier to sit through the pain.))
((is anyone interested in seeing pictures of my Kurama tattoo? I’m getting the background started today))
Kurama’s maw was open as he took in shallow, panting breaths. Blood still seeped from his various other wounds but none serious enough to warrant attention. The new signature came to him in a blurr, unsure of who it belonged to and in his feral state it really didn’t matter. His lips pulled back to show bloody teeth and snarled, bloody spittle flying from his jaws when his head shot up to face the smaller demon, his paw resting on the leather satchel and pulling it closer to him protectively.
Yusuke’s eyes widened in utter shock as the short demon made his appearance known. Although the first thing he did was insult the former detective, Yusuke couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief wave through his being. Hiei might have always been a pain in the ass, but one thing was for certain and that was he was extremely reliable. Still, Yusuke would have to clock him on the head once in order to reestablish dominance. Who did that midget think he was talking to?
"Do you honestly think I’d know, shrimp?! I would be kicking the asses of those who had done this, jackass! We can’t worry about who right now! We gotta worry about Kurama!" He exclaimed, pointing his index finger towards the recovering friend. "What’s he doing anyway..?"
Kurama’s display caused the apparition’s eyes to widen in interest, Hiei finding himself absent mindedly nodding toward Yusuke’s proposition. All that mattered for at this instance was finding a way to help their ally relax, and just /why/ this was happening, something that didn’t take long in figuring out. Judging by how defensive Kurama was getting over the bag he held, whatever was in it had to be of absolute great importance. Taking that into account, Hiei figured that the being that injured Kurama had to be the one Kurama took that from, or targeted Kurama merely /because/ he had the item. Whatever case was in the end, it had to be worth a great amount for the fox to turn out this way over it.
In a display that contradicted his usual outward appearance, Hiei entered the room entirely, speaking up, ” He’s got something important in that thing he’s holding. If it wasn’t for the fact he was injured, he wouldn’t be threatening to maim me—which he couldn’t even begin to do in his condition, I doubt he even recognizes me at the moment, ” Genuine concern displayed itself over his features, red irises locking on Yusuke’s eyes, ” That item may or may not draw attention to him, we can’t fully help him til he tells us exactly what the thing is used for, or much better—how he came to have it, ” A sigh left parted lips as he moved his gaze to the fallen other, shaking his head slightly, ” Relax, you’re in safe hands. No one is going to take that thing from you. “
In his haze he couldn’t read Hiei’s energy, the smell of blood overtook his strong sense of smell and his vision was blurry at best however. His ears perked up and turned toward the fire demon. He could hear just fine, and Hiei’s voice was easy enough to recognize. Kurama let out a whine and relaxed again, trusting in his friends’ words.
The fox moved, slowly, trying to push himself up onto his paws. His limbs shook with the strain but he managed all the same. He limped out of his pool of blood and laid down once more on a clean piece of flooring. Kurama huffed with the effort, pulling the satchel close and rested his head on it. In his current state, changing forms was impossible, he was far too tired and his wounds too severe. He healed faster and took pain better in this form.