Demon meets Vizard

Inch low tracks had been left where Keija's shoes had flopped through grass and mud. The forest had a slight drizzle touching the forest floor, the trees and coverage greatly reducing the amount that had actually come through. This had made it absolutely wonderful for a perfect little stroll through it. With all the thoughts that always went through Keija's head, she found it very calming to walk through a forest. A place where everything worked in harmony with no hurry at all, yet everything was accomplished just how it needed to be.

The Demon's personality had made it difficult to control her temper, but she always found the ultimately blissful serenity of these walks to be a proverbial reset button for her. However, this was not Keija's only goal at this moment in time. Her black cloak, stained with dirt and blood, was going to see far more stains in the near presence of the Shinigami. She was out here to increase her own strength, as well as increase her smarts. She felt as every shred of information and control over the body she retained, her mind gained that much more serenity. However, she was never actually quite sure if this peace at mind was indefinite, as there hasn't been a moment in time in quite a while that she had to test that theory. Keija's extensive blade had bobbed in every which way, signalling the weight of her scythe.