*Disclaimer* Unless Rumiko Takahashi has a son and I marry him, I have no rights to anything Inuyasha. Except my beach towel. *sob!*
She could smell him. She could hear him. The intruder.
Her dog nose scrunched up in disgust.
Her cat ears pirked forward in eagerness.
Her human eyes flickered in bloodlust.
She ran as swiftly as the wind, slowly cracking every joint in her fingers on each hand, all the while savoring the feel of the wind in her hair. She anticipated the fight. Silence scared her. Emptiness filled her with loneliness. She required something to keep her going, and as she had no-one, her staple was killing anything and everything that crossed her path.
She loved it.
She hated it.
It was her entire life.
~***~A/N- Yeah, short, but what more can you expect from a prologue? A prologue is a hint of what's to come, a little trick used to keep you on your toes...
Anyways, I'm not going to update until I get at least 10 reviews! (This is not review whoring! When I see those reviews in my inbox, it just makes me so happy, I WANT to write. However, when I'm being forced to write, or forcing myself to write, my writing comes out sloppy, rushed, and a crappy mess that I'm SURE you don't want to read. I'm only 13, and between time for school, homework, drawing [check me out on deviantART! ./], chores, pets, maintaing my relationship of LOOOVE with the Lord of the Fluffies-- IMEANTWESTERNLANDS, and all the other stuff I do on a daily basis, there's not much time to write. But when I want to write, I WILL make time for it, so keep the reviews coming!)
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