░░░The Golden Hound░░░
[font=occidental]The young man cracked open one red eye beneath the matted mane of hair that hung down over his face. He yawned, rolling over and stretching himself out like a dog who does not particularly wish to rise, even if he has awakened from his nap. The ceiling overhead didn't look familiar to him, but that was a feeling he'd long since gotten used to. Where had he been staying this time, he wondered, trying to think back and remember what had happened on the previous night.
Just then, however, a girl with silver hair and rather pointy ears knelt abruptly in front of him, her face looming close enough to his that his keen nose could take in every last aspect of her scent, her breath warm on his face. He quickly shut his eyes, trying to avoid the inevitable contact that this position would force upon him. He had to resist the urge to groan. He was pretty sure he didn't remember charming any girls just to get free lodgings. He might have been a Demon, but he refused to stoop that low. However, it all came back to him a moment later as he processed the girl's scent, recalling tracking that same smell before the rain could wash it away, and how he'd charged into this same room to attack a Demon only seconds away from doing the unspeakable. So, she hadn't decided she didn't trust having a Demon in her room enough to stab him while he slept, or something, huh? That was kind of new.
"'Mornin'," Akatsuya mumbled, forcing himself into a half seated position and rubbing his tired eyes vigorously - although this gesture was more of an excuse to keep them open than anything. "Oh, right, I guess I never introduced myself, did I? The name's Izayoi. Izayoi Akatsuya. And yours?"