Shiba struggled more frantically as he finally noticed the sounds of strange voice speaking with an irritated tone.<span style="font-style: italic">Shit! I have to get freeâ€¦. Get out of here,,,, kill if I mustâ€¦ if Im surroundedâ€¦bound gagged tied!</span>his mind raced through situations he was awoken to time and time again before this one. His arms struggled not use to the coverage of fabric blocking their movements. He patted his chest wincing more as his hand held his right eye ever tighter. â€œMyâ€¦â€¦ â€¦.noneâ€¦.. there are none of themâ€¦. Where theâ€¦â€ his left hand rubbed his shoulders and traced his neck. How he managed to hide 100 daggers in such revealing clothes had always been beyond his fellow soldiers in the Knight divisions of secret services within the military. â€œfuck..â€ he spoke that as his first normal volumed word. His tongue flicked around his mouth searching for his most precious possecion. His lips turned down in a frown as eh searched more â€œInsuâ€¦nomeâ€¦?â€ he sounded out oddly still trying to find it. His hand on tracing down his throat to his stomach in asking himself if it has been swallowed. â€œImpossibleâ€¦ if itâ€¦ if I â€¦ I wouldâ€¦. It wouldâ€¦ it would have sliced my throat to piecesâ€¦. And I would never swallow Isunomeâ€¦.â€ He snarled.<br/><br/>His left eye quickly turned to the man that walked up to him. He hadnâ€™t been paying atteion to what was going on from the moment he noticed the dagger in his mouth was missing. He struggled more as the scanner went over him. â€œBack off!â€ he spat his words angrily and slightly frightened. He was in pain and hungryâ€¦ acting like a wild animal going off the fight or flight notion which he only understood half. The fight half.<br/><br/>He seemed to relax some hearing the man had saved his life or at least gave it back to him.  â€œWhyâ€¦â€ he asked as he again tugger the gown up by his neck with strong fingers, in a way of testing the mans guts and control. â€œThey are constricting and heavyâ€¦ but I feel stupidâ€¦â€ he frownedâ€¦ â€œA samurai does not wear such â€¦.â€ He frowned more.. â€œrepulsively difficult to fight in clothingâ€¦ where isâ€¦ my kimonoâ€¦.â€ He muttered feeling dizzy and slightly sick from hunger and the nauseating pain of his right eye.<span style="font-style: italic"> Its gotten worseâ€¦</span>he rubbed the right eye keeping it closed. The demon connected to his his already tainted soul was demanding a meal of bloodâ€¦. It demanded strength and nurtishment that apparently Shiba at that time could not provide it.<br/><br/>â€œwhereâ€¦ did you find me..â€ he finally managed to regain his mind and found the words to talk to the man. In a way he was already pledging his services to this male for saving his lifeâ€¦ but he wouldnâ€™t proclaim it or honor it till the man could show control over this demon souled vampire. â€œMy name is Shibanoseâ€¦ Matâ€¦suâ€¦.â€ He was getting dizzy again and his head throbbed.  He flicked his tongue in a motion it seemed he used oftenâ€¦ but what was suppose to happen did not. He snarled and bit his hand licking at the blood needily trying to soothe the beast enough to function and get the hell out of this place. His stomach growled louder and louder each lick he took but his anger was seemingly going away and he was focusing easier. â€œMotsumuneâ€¦ I am 23â€¦ 6.6ft tall and will defend myself and my belongings to the death if without hesitating to killâ€¦ infact I enjoy killingâ€¦.â€ He smirked. â€œHow long have I been here and how did you find meâ€¦ what conditionâ€¦ what happened to meâ€¦? And how di you get me hereâ€¦â€™