Azril growled, and stepped in front of the human. He turned then and there. His feet were first, then his legs, and torso, and then his head. He had black jeans on, and a navy blue shirt on. His white hair blew with the wind. "Let her go." He said simply. He stepped forward, baring his teeth like a coyote.
James sighed and got a pencil. and started writing.
親愛なる母、
私は今私をなぜここに送ったか知っている。 しかし私は私が私の意志に対してなぜ来なければならなかったか見ない。
-ジェームス
(rough translation: Dear Mother,
I now know why you sent me here, but do not understand why you sent me against my own will.
- James