i couldn't decide how exactly to differentiate between the inner monologue and the demon side of the characters. i want them to interact in ways 'regular' people do in order to show relationships with 'thy self' if you will bahaha. BUT also wanted that little voice that we talk to in our own respective heads. XD

please let me know if this is a good way or any pointers on it?

Thoughts either character musings or internal monologue.
Demon internal interaction
"out loud conversation or normal character dialogue"
'quotes'
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*i do not own InuYasha even tho i really REALLY want to -_-


It was winter time; it always seemed to be winter back then, back when Koga Wolfe was only an engraving on a slab of cement. When the days ran together and the sun barely shone on the miserable inhabitant of Apartment 211. That's right, singular. Not a couple like it should be, like it was, like before. But that's a story for another time, right now we have to focus, focus on the truth and the reason why we are in this mess. I don't know how much more time I have,
but if there is one thing that you have to remember: it's not anyone's fault! We all knew what we signed up for, even from the beginning! I was the reason Koga's body couldn't stay in its final resting place; I was the reason for all of it.

My story begins in the West, before the self-righteous Europeans took it upon themselves to 'free' the land from the Native inhabitants. Though I'm not sure how many where mulling around the coasts at the time, I rarely ran into those human vermin past the plains, what with all that glorious space and food. Leagues of beautifully uninterrupted fields! It was a wild time then, we had no rules or restrictions on our actions, we did not need them with such a scarce population. Paradise however, is neither eternal nor worldly, and we all knew the quite would not last forever. As the years continued on, Europeans began sending scouts to map our lands as far as the Mountains by that time we knew where our troubles lie; just at the horizon.

Time moves differently for Demons, time is even more obscure when you chose a life of solitude. Wandering across the continent was as good a choice as any, so off I went in the direction of the sun and stars. I had been feeling restless for what seemed like years, so I decided to burn out some energy. Running through the grasses and into the forest, I let my nose guide me to lakes, to streams and then rivers. Following nothing and everything. Eventually I fell onto a startling scene, so many of these Europeans traveling upriver?

This land is already occupied, where are they going?

Trailing the barge, I stayed hidden in the trees until we reached their destination. They stopped at the bank opposite of my location and started unloading hunks of dead animal meat and pelts. Not caring to watch anymore of their selfish indulging I turned to go, wanting to give them a wide berth. My ears picked up the faintest of sounds,

singing?
No, is that?...praying?
How could these outsiders know the First language?

Curiosity got the better of me; I had to know what was happening here. Staying downwind,

Not like it would help them sense you, ha.

I got closer to the European males and saw what else they were unloading.

what is that,..is it…the First Ones? No, wait! It was their YOUNG
No, the invasion of These People on This Land that has become my home cannot happen
, I scream in my head as I race to my nearest allies.

The ability to speak is something to be earned so I arrive to the angry snarling, vicious growls and all around animalistic behavior of these creatures. If I did not have to, I would not call for their allegiance, but for this unexpected turn of events I felt it necessary. I entered into the lion's den, I mostly am referring to the overweight, zoo feed lions that rarely do tricks anymore but of course defense is the best offense. Right?...
Koga was crouched in the back of his den, sitting in front of the numerous fur pelts that make up his bed laid a half-eaten carcass of a boar. The wolves surrounded it on all fours, jowls smacking with a sickening bone crunch, crunch echoed by the unmistakable wet slapping of bodily fluids and soft tissues. I shudder to think of anyone willing to keep such company.

Oh, wait..

A few sniffs in my direction and I know that it's now safe to come closer and do something I would have laughed at yesterday.
I approach Koga as he is wiping the blood from his muzzle in an attempt to at least look more human, for my benefit I am sure. Standing up straight is getting harder for him and the other humanoid wolfs. With no one around for miles to care, eventually the animalistic side of your Demon wins out no matter how much you fight it. For me it's been before the time of man, before the furry animals were the dominate species and the only food around bit back, occasionally taking you out first.

As he approached me stiff legged I did the only thing I knew I could to convince him of the danger coming. I attacked.

It wasn't powerful in any sense and no physical damage was done but it didn't matter, I got the reaction I was looking for. With no time to look back at how many wolves were following me, I made my suicide run to the East coast as far as I dared. Hearing the angry barks and whines of betrayal at my heels, my body was humming as I all but flew over the land in attempt to preserve my home. Stopping farther inland than I had expected, we came rushing up to a scene that will be forever burned in my mind.

We call them the First Ones; ones that we could coexist with and in extreme cases, who worshiped and sacrificed in our names, they were dying. Horrible screams from the females and pups not fit for labor almost caused me to go into a blood rage; the males that were left were all close to death as far as I could tell. The tang and sickeningly sweet odor of blood and death was the only thing saving me from joining them in the afterlife by the wolf clan. Turning to whimper and submit to Koga he sees that this is what I was trying to say without words: we are next. The saddest part of all this was sitting and watching the massacre; for we cannot interfere in their lives. As the last of the new comers left the scorched earth, he flung his torch into the woods on the far side of the First Ones camp, in the direction they were headed. I later learned they used the fire to clear the forest for their own homes. Taking what does not belong to them and killing those that stand in their way, they are the true Demons.