Brazen Ecstacy
A gust of icy winds impatienly tugged at the neat braids and doeskin dress of the Indian Princess who had pulled aside the buffalo-hide flap to catch a breath of fresh but biting air. Her pert nose and creamy cheeks were instantly chilled by the glacial dampness that heavily laced the fierce breezes swoopingdown from the nearby mountains like some ravenous bird of prey carrying ou his daring attack upon a helpless victim. Even after years in this Plains climate, each winter her tawny flesh stubbornly returned to its natural ivory cast, as if subtly reminding the Inu, and the other tribes that she was half white.
Yet she was accepted, and respected as the half-breed daughter of the powerful Chief Mahpiya-sama, and as the wife of the legendary Inu warrior and future Inu chief, Sesshoumaru. She had long stopped wishing for her satiny-skin to remain a golden caramel shade, for her icy-blue eyes loudly proclaimed her white blood to anyone who gazed upon them. Thankfully, after five years in her mate's camp, she was considered an Indian by many tribes. If only their rival and enemy tribes would also ignore her white blood. Hadn't she proven herself Indian in heart and essence? Perhaps one day all tribes would view her as a worthy mate for the formiddable and invincible man whose life, and heart she shared.
All in all, these past five years had been peaceful.She had long ago stopped thinking of herself as Kagome Higurashi, the English girl who had entered the domain of the valient warrior Sesshoumaru, and challenged all he knew and felt to win his heart. Days of denial and pain had ceised many winter's ago; only love and acceptance dwelled in their hearts and teepee. A passionate and powerful love had conquered all diffrences between them. For the remainder of her days, she would live and love as Princess Asyah.