░░░The Golden Hound░░░
"Ugh. You'd think there'd be some kind of empty house or abandoned warehouse where a guy could get some sleep with a chance of some peace and quiet." Grumbling to himself, a boy in a black and yellow parka continued his aimless march down the street, kicking a rock along with each step he took. Chattering in surprise, a possum in a nearby gutter raised its head, only to be struck head-on by the rock as the irritable boy passed by, shrugging as he stretched his arms over his head. Putting it mildly, he was bored. More accurately, perhaps, he was bored, tired, stiff, sore, and hungry, and was dead broke in a town he'd never seen before in his life on top of that. Of course, he had ways around those last two problems. For example, he could just try knocking on doors until a cute girl answered one, and then he could ask her if she could show him around town. His eyes would ensure that she'd agree to do so, and by the time she was done, she'd probably be so infatuated as to invite him back to her house to "stay the night." It would have been simple, but his pride forced him to dismiss that solution as soon as his mind presented the possibility. So, here he was, searching for some unused building he could camp out in while he looked for a temporary source of employment, like some sort of bum.
Well, okay, to be fair, he wasn't so much "like a bum" as he was "quite literally a bum," but his pride wouldn't let him accept that, either.
He sighed, rubbing his growling stomach. If this kept up, he'd start eating his own butterfly familiars. Come to think of it, though, where were they? He'd sent them to keep up a patrol 50 meters from himself at all times to make sure there weren't any Demons in the area, but he couldn't sense any of them still on the trajectory.
Oh, don't fuckin' tell me... He thought with a groan, slapping a palm to his forehead. Expanding his Territory momentarily, he searched the surrounding buildings of the city. Sure enough, he found his wayward familiars flocking around some kind of stall about two blocks away from him. He sighed. If there was a Demon there, then he swore, he was going to punch it right in the face - or whatever equivalent it might have - right then and there. He was already sick and tired of this damn town, and he'd only just gotten here. The last thing he needed was Demons attacking and causing trouble - trouble HE would have to risk his reputation to step in and fix.
"I would say I don't get paid enough for this shit, but I don't even get paid at all," He muttered, turning his path towards what looked to be the town's main street. "I swear, I get no fuckin' respect..." He swore, sliding his hands into his pockets as he confirmed nobody was out and about yet to be watching him. In that case, no sense taking the slow way there. In the blink of an eye, Izayoi vanished into a flash of blue "flames," blurring upward onto a towering building overlooking the block. Of course, after his initial disappearance, nobody save those attuned to the Spirit World he was currently occupying would be able to see him, which made matters a little easier. Hopping over the edge, he completely ignored gravity, as well as the building across the street from him, which he phased clear through before allowing himself to float down to street level, landing in an alley. So far, his familiars hadn't moved, meaning his presence probably hadn't been sensed. Good. In that case, he wouldn't give himself away as a Demon until he'd identified the target. Returning to the physical plane, he dusted himself off before stepping out into the street, glancing around to see if he could find his familiars. It didn't take him long to identify three golden butterflies hovering inconspicuously over some kind of stall selling Mochi. It didn't seem to be open yet, but it didn't hurt to check. Strolling up casually, he peeked his head into the booth.
"'Yo, anybody in here?" He asked boredly. Honestly, he was actually hoping that a Demon would just come flying out on its own and try to eat his face, or whatever. If nobody was around to see him kick the ass of whatever being was haunting this area, so much the better.