It was snowing.

Or it would have been if the flames licking heat towards the sky. She was standing in the middle of the destroyed village. Her eyes blinked slowly as she took in the carnage around her. Bodies laid broken and forgotten, blood covering the ground and what snow hadn't been melted from the heat. The homes of the village had been all but flattened from the flames. There was no sound of life other than herself.

Glancing down at herself, she saw her torn and tattered simple black kimono. It was completely torn away to reach her mid thigh. It was torn open at her shoulder and abdomen below the red obi that tied it. There was dried blood at the tears, but smooth skin was the only thing that showed. Her feet were dirty with ash and mud. She brought her eyes back up to the scene before her.

Her feet started to carry her forward without any direction. She made her way to the edge of the village. The snow was falling heavily beyond the heat of the village. The wind caused high drifts of snow with the flakes whipping angrily in circles.

"Blizzard," came the quiet word from her lips. She didn't know how she knew that. Her mind didn't linger on it long as her feet continued to carry her forward. She hardly felt the cold around her. She didn't know where her feet were taking her. They moved on their own as she walked deeper into the white night.

She wasn't sure how long she had been walking. She knew she could no longer feel the heat of the flames from the village, or hear the crackling of flame as it licked at flesh and wood. She wasn't sure if the smell of burning flesh was still close or if it had burned into her nose. The only thing she saw around her was white. Despite the whipping wind around her it was quiet. The snow beneath her feet pillowed her steps into silence.

Soon a large form began to appear before her. Her feet continued to carry her to it. The shape grew clearer. It was a tree reaching higher than she could see through the white and gray of the snow. Its thin branches bent towards the ground, brushing the ground. She could see through the thin branches to the trunk of the tree where no snow was able to fall. She pushed her way through the branches, snow falling around her that she disturbed. As she reached the trunk, the dirt below her was frozen. She touched the bark of the tree. Her eyes fell on the claws at the ends of her fingers. There was soot mixed with blood caked to them. She turned her eyes back to the tree and traced them up the trunk.

Her instict wanted her to climb the tree to a branch and rest. But she knew the branches of the willow were too weak to hold her. She turned her back to the willow and pressed her back to it. Sliding down to the base of the tree, she brought her knees to her chin and wrapped her arms around them. She watched blankly as a tail came around and curled around her left leg. Her tail, she realized.

She lifted her gaze out to the storm through the low hanging branches. As her breath left her mouth she could see it rise and disappear. The storm showed no signs of lifting.

Where am I? Her mind wandered as watched the storm around her. Trying to sift through her brain was useless. All she knew was the first thing she remembered was the burning village. Her claws didn't smell of human blood. She took that as she wasn't the one who destroyed it. She knew she was cold. The freezing temperature was starting to sink into her skin making her bones hurt, yet she wasn't shivering. She rested her forehead on her knees and closed her eyes.

Choppy memories flooded her vision. Women screaming over the dead bodies of their children. Clashing of swords and the smell of blood. Fire. So much fire.

Her eyes flew open as a sharp pain assaulted the left side of her neck. Her claws flew up to clutch it. There was nothing there. She bit her lip as she tried to remember, drawing blood from her fangs sinking into the weak skin. She gently probed at the fangs with her tongue as she stared down at her feet.

Who am I?

Well, first I must say that this is my first try at a Sesshomaru story. And that this is my first try at a third person prospective, so it isn't exactly as good as I wanted it to be, but hey. A little practice and it'll all be good. I hope I lived up to expectations.

I know it's short, but leave a review and let me know what you think!