Rin finished filling the bottles, carefully putting them in the leather pouch next to the koma sword which didn’t leave his side. My power’s grown too much for it to be passed off like that anymore. That stupid ‘curse’ excuse won’t cut it at that point. Once they get them, they’ll be able to tell there’s something off about me. I don’t want to have to give, or let the others get temptaints. Maybe keep them busy till morning, but not drive them off completely like I have been. Even with the help of his fire, and disguising it as my own, I don’t know if I’ll be able to beat them back. I doubt I’ll be able to keep them away with just Tiamatsu. The sun is almost down, the demons will show up soon. But uh, you can just come talk with me when you’re finished with, whatever this is…” The large man shut the door to the little shop room and probably booked it back to his house. “I swear, this isn’t what it looks like!” He wiped his face on his sleeve, quickly trying to wipe the blood from his hand on a nearby rag. His accelerated healing making filling the bottles difficult. The small vials of his blood covering the desk, blood around his chin from the constant action of having to break his skin. But because Rin’s hand was covered in his own blood. The chief's eyes were wide, staring at Rin in horror. Rin’s tail stood straight before he quickly tucked it under the stool he was sitting on. The demon types, they’re slowly becoming only followers of… Rin’s mind ran as he carefully poured his blood into small jars for each of the riders to use on their magic circles.Įvery night for the past week the demons have been getting more powerful, at this rate, I’ll have to draw Kurikara tonight. In the back of his head he knew, Maphisto was watching, probably laughing, and would pull him out of this when he saw fit. He still tried to summon Azazel every once and awhile, still having no luck. The son of the one who would destroy the land of their gods. He was kin to the things attacking them, a demon. And worse, he felt like he was lying to them. However happy he was with these people, he still wanted to go home. And was promptly told that his name should be sung in the halls of Valhalla, as a great hero, and a great cook. He even made a few of the dinners that everyone shared in the great hall. Studdy dragons with Fishlegs, while teaching him about demons.Īnd the Village never passed up watching the challenges Snotlout proposed to the boy.īy the end of the month, he was fully incorporated into the island of Berk. He’d play pranks with the twins, and could sometimes be just as oblivious. Somehow though, he got along with everyone on Hiccups team of dragon riders. Though everyone knew he had a temper, and a violent one at that. Give them an honest explanation on if it was a demon or not, give them seals, or paint a sigil on their house protecting them. If they were ever worried that something might be demon related, he’d come running. He knew most of the villagers by now and they all knew him as their protector from the raging onslaught of demons.īecause of him, none of them had to worry about their families or dragons. Checking several large sigils he’d put up every morning. They’d decided not to go back to the edge till the whole thing with demons was sorted out.īreakfast with Chief Stoick and Hiccup. The Riders were finally beginning to draw the symbols properly, and had the sutras memorized, now they were all just struggling with the dexterity that came with the hand motions. A month later, and the island fell into a steady rhythm of letting Rin handle the demons that came at night.
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