Thinking of Kikyo always brings the same image to mind, that vague and misty memory of her being engulfed in flames with the sacred Shinkon Jewel. The priestess that I had come to love had been burned, but, after all these weeks stuck in my own head I had problems differentiating between what was real and what I had conjured up in order to pass the time. The weeks seemed to slip by me, and yet the only way that I could have a sense of time was through the tightening a loosening of the tree vines that have grown around me; keeping me stuck to this Kami forsaken tree after being sealed by Kikyo and her sacred arrows.
The time is slipping by too fast and I am having trouble keeping up, I can feel being suspended in time as the days pass me by. If only I could move my claws in order to break this fuckin' curse hold my gorgeous body to this ancient tree.
~Time Lapse~
I no longer can tell how much time has passed, it has been too long since I last left or smelt the soft curvy body of my dear Kikyo. Suddenly I felt the presence of a low level Yōkai, and I felt the smooth body of a small female slam into mine and felt the blinding power of a miko wash over me as a bright flash of pink lights up behind my eyelids. It was the first color I have seen in what felt like a year. I could smell the sweet scent of Kikyo and tried to open my heavy eyelids but I couldn't, it seemed like they were glued shut.