He gazed at the mirror as he was still getting use to his human form. No one would know who or what he actually was by just simply gazing. His golden eyes looked at every inch of the human skin that felt so soft compared to his other form. Mishiko loved it so why can't he? Even in his second form he had his tails and semi-human look. The first form can't say the same as it would destroy the city. No city or town could handle his true form. "I suppose I will adventure throughout Joya in your name, to make sure everything is to your ideals of the promised lands, my love," he muttered in Joyan and touched the mirror that was cracked. The palace hasn't been fully renovated yet, therefore many of the things here were broken, shattered to a million of pieces and by the time Mishiko will wake up from her eternal slumber it shall be done. One way or another. He let his soft human fingers slide against the mirror and turned away. His blackish-brown hair with his original white streak was lazily brushed back with his fingers as he walked down the destroyed halls.
He left the palace and went towards the festival that people were still keeping from stopping. "Humans... they seem to enjoy festivities just like any other," he spoke to himself, "Perhaps too much so," he looked at some poor sap who was asleep on the ground, drunk unlike any other. He was wearing his large coat that made him look like an admiral of an army. Black, some fake fur and golden medals, likes. Crows and ravens followed him as if the mistress was with him the whole time, crows and ravens, the little creations that symbolized death is many areas. Music could be listened, food be smelt and drinks lingered day and night ever since the war ended. Where to start he wondered.