twenty-eighth breath ✧ action
[There's a figure walking slowly and aimlessly out of the woods towards town. While it's easily identifiable as Isamu by appearance, his mannerisms and posture will seem completely off to anyone who knows him.
He seems physically fine otherwise, except that his yellow eyes are now completely aglow with the color. They narrow at anyone who might venture near him.
To him, everything is familiar and yet not, as if he's seeing it for the first time through someone else's eyes.
This is in part true, for it's not the mind of Isamu Nitta inhabiting this body currently. This is Noah, an ancient demon nearly forgotten in time, and this isn't where he belongs.]
He seems physically fine otherwise, except that his yellow eyes are now completely aglow with the color. They narrow at anyone who might venture near him.
To him, everything is familiar and yet not, as if he's seeing it for the first time through someone else's eyes.
This is in part true, for it's not the mind of Isamu Nitta inhabiting this body currently. This is Noah, an ancient demon nearly forgotten in time, and this isn't where he belongs.]