"Princess ■■■■■■■." Inrin slowly looked up, staring up at ghosts—phantoms from a land lost long ago. She let out a shuddering breath, sitting up to see a kingdom of ruin in eerie silence. Billowing fog, tall grass, vine and ivy, and hollow buildings that whistled quietly with the wind...

⏳ Timelapse of the pinned art because I said so—

"Well now, it's nice to meet you."

When at work, she prefers long and loose skirts rather than pants, finding it easier to move that way. Powers: An owl mask made of real feathers, handpainted, and crafted with wood hangs from her hip and she uses that to tap into an ability she isn't proud of—turning into a creature of horrors.

...honestly, the thing that has been protecting her has also been giving her unease.

Brown skin, a fierce look in her eyes, and a large cleaver-like sword in hand. She wore an interesting getup, different from her intimidating appearance—a hazmat suit that didn't seem to serve a purpose anymore from all the tear and the fact that she had pulled off the hood and mask down now.

And a certain odor permeated the air, making Inrin's skin crawl. Looking up, through the fog, something large watched them with its tiny eyes and loomed over the two... One is recognizably a threat. The other...spouted delicious fear that spurred the Snake Devil on.

A big, fluffy, dog. A shiba inu. No, it's too big so an akita? Inrin actually stumbled back in surprise, landing on the floor and staring as the dog circled Makimoto and sniffed him excitedly before rushing at Inrin to do the same. "...is it really a dog?" She asked as she got up, still shaken.

⌛️ I miss my girl, Inrin, she deserves more spotlights honestly 🥺

And she stopped by her apartment door, opening it and welcoming them inside. "As you know, I'm not from this world but it's here where I actually found home." It was a standard living space, tiny but it would be enough for one person or two if comfortable enough. "Make yourself at home here too."

She's staring at her owl mask, quietly picking at it—it's made of leather, wood, bone, fur, feathers, painted beautifully but the colors had long since faded. Part of her feels so attached to such a thing but another side makes her want to simply put it somewhere, never to be picked up again.

Inrin's hair tie broke during all this and her long hair framed her body and face, reaching her hips, almost as if she's using it to hide the damage. "...thank you, sir." She sighed, starting to pinch, rub, and pull away glass from her flesh with shaky hands, "I'll write a report soon."

It was approximately ten feet in height, eight feet in size, shaped almost like a starfish that Inrin vaguely remembers seeing. But instead of spines, it had glass shards across its body and a human mouth on its underbelly, snarling and cussing her out.

Where her hands were, it was replaced with crystallized red sharpened like a blade and her feet nearly resembled human except for the talons that replaced her nails. There were no signs of the sweet Inrin and what lurked under those doe eyes and soft smile finally revealed itself.

—or that mindless and panick-stricken monster that would rip people to shreds— She can be both but it's too early to tell if she'll last in these mind games. However, that soft smile and those doe eyes never left her, even with the beast writhing inside. "You have called for me, sir?"

[TW: Blood and gore] "Confused." Inrin admitted, looking around, "I thought I was in a different world." She covered her mouth and closed her eyes, taking a long inhale through her nose as her own hands crawled to cover the upper half of her face.

Stolen from a duck!

@chimericswordsman.bsky.social She'd cross the multiverse for him and love him in each reality.

⌛️ | #BskyGala In all the years of stepping bare feet upon dirt, mud, and sand, Inrin never thought she'd find herself once again on sapphire floors and marble walls. Where she once felt home in, dressed like royalty, it was all so foreign for the lost princess.

⌛ *whispers secretly* i was petting a dog

Inrin ran. She just...kept running. To where? She didn't know, she just knew she had to get away... Away from the cops, I mean. Why? Well, maybe one can ask why on their own—

But why the left?

Inrin walked right in, smiling and thanking the waitress as she got seated with Denji, "You look like you're dying, boss, did you wait too long?" She asked, smiling and sitting across him before looking around, "Are the others not here yet?"

"Lobsters are quite delicious." ⌛️ I prefer crabs and shrimps tho... Never touched a lobster-

𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝙸 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎.

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚜 𝙸 𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎.

𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝙸𝚗𝚛𝚒𝚗, 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙼𝚢 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 22 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚐𝚎. 𝙸 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚞𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚠𝚕 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚐𝚘𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚟𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚜.

⌛️ If anyone from the Narutoverse or Twisted Wonderland realm wants to roleplay, I'm down to do something silly, friendly, familial, plot-driven or romance 👀👀👀