As she dashes pass the trees in a hurry , heart pounding loudly in her ears. She chances a quick glance back of her. It's still daylight out so she can still keep going , body full of aches as her feet recochaeh from the floor beneath. Who knows how long she's been running ...all she needs to keep doing is just that... But curse her human body on how much she can push past to her limits. It's just way to much and way to long that she can endure this tightness pressure in her chest from lack of breaks in between of lack of oxygen being pumped from her heart to her brain. She feels dizzy, and without her consent her body starts to slow down. She starts panting heavily she tries to keep moving forward but her pace quickly slows down .. before she even notices she's starts to lean into a bark of tree trying to steady her breath.
(Flash back)
She begins to hum a familiar tune that her late mother would always sing to her and her siblings. Followed with the chirping of the early risers. She makes her way to the stream. Before she crouches down to rinse her face and neck. She stares into the water where her reflection resides. Spacing out not really thinking but in a lost of emotion , a loss of a feeling something of an absent, but before she can explore and make sense of this void , she senses this familiar aura as it moves forward , coming in slowly like a predator. Her body then stays stilled by the uncertainty but with the same time of certainty of some irony that she is not in danger. But instead a divine aura of calmness , clarity that is wrapped with strength. Many times their aura's crossed paths. No face to claim this energy , just eyes that she knows is watching .
(Flash back ends )
Eyes closed so hard , with the pounding of her fissured heart the sound starts to subside barely .. tears start to form in her eyes .. but just has her emotions tries to take ahold of her she quickly goes back to survival mode , removing every ounce of emotion that's trying to suffocate her , exploit her weakness to the unknown. So she focuses on her breathing and analyze her scenery. She's in an unknown marked territory , alone with no allies. Just as of a whisper out loud just for her ears she whispers think kagome .. think .. " What would sister do at a time like this ?" Oh kami , sister ... brother , she starts to breathe heavier , harder chest rising as high as it could to just drop as quickly as it had risen ... just the thought of them , if they or are they ... NOOOO she will not think like that ..she just has to keep moving forward ... but forward to where? All she's been doing is running straight , making zig zags aimlessly in this Forrest. She feels a tinge of annoyance that she didn't take the consideration to focus on the direction where she was going. So much for her training , but just as quick as that thought had surfaced to her mind it was even quicker that the thought had passed. Her father didn't raise her to dwell on missed opportunities or the mistakes one would make . He was a strong man , with a very caring tender side. A wise leader beyond words her hero nonetheless. He was the leader of the Samourians. Her people ... she quickly shakes this thought a feeling of an ache so deep. But there is no time to loath so shakes herself from this thought and begins to move forward. She is a Samour and proud of it she refuses to allow this distract her. One of the many ways of the Samourians " We don't give up , we get through "But before she does she does a quick pat down on herself. She has her blade still strapped around her thigh, her bow and arrow still on her back along with her arrows. Although some did drop from her hiatus from bouncing around its okay. She'll just have to be more mindful on her arrows. As she finishes up patting herself down she looks at her hands under her nails there is some dry blood mixed with dirt. Her outfit , has some staining of blood if the blood is hers or theirs ... she doesn't know .
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