Heavenly Retribution.

[Frisk E. Coyote]

Horyomaru inspected the rift in time and space with extreme prejudice. They've not been through many of those, he and his comrades, but when they did pass through, they've been led to mostly dangerous or simply unpleasant situations. They were technically heroes now, but the Reijuu felt no different from when they started their quest, meeting up with each other by chance. Their last quest was arduous and difficult to accomplish, putting his and his comrades' lives in mortal peril, as well as the millions of innocents whose lives were at stake should they fail.

In the end, he sighed, and leaped through the rift, following his partners in combat like he always had. They were usually the once who leaped into situations first anyway. He regarded the new area with curiosity and little interest. It was, in a lack of a better word, reflective. Also shiny and cubical. There was a pearly white piece of furniture that two-legs sat on in the center of the chamber (or was it a room?), and it was similar to that which two-leg kings sat on (was it a throne that they called it?). Regardless, they were obviously in for another ride that (that was admittedly, fun, the last time) would throw them into the path of hardship and endurance.

Horyo sat down on his haunches patiently, like he always did when he expected bad things to happen. Bring it on. As long as no one tried to pet him again, he'd stay calm.