Disclaimer: Though hardly willing to admit it, I do not own Inuyasha nor any of his affiliates. Sad isn't it that I should be robbed of such a priveledge as squandering his name in the filth of my own stories that pale in comparison to Takahashi's brilliantly mastered opposition. Well bad luck once again, so I'll only be borrowing him.

AN: Well I'm off with one more fic to add to my already decaying collection. Hopefully I'll be able to stick with this one as I was unable to stick to the others. They'll have to be rewritten, just a tidbit so I'm sure they'll work out properly and all, but now on to this story. In just the prologue it doesn't really seem like there's much connection to Inuyasha at all, but with the arrival of the first chapter so I hope your understanding will be reached. This once again is on a whim so its outcome will for now be a mystery even to me, a vague concept that I hope I shall continue for I like the current flow of its storyline. Anyways please partake of the few words gathered here and tell me what you think.

Prologue:

The night wind cooed a lullaby, a slight glimmering of angels' voices lulling her to sleep. It sank deep into the caverns of her chest, the hollowed crevice that had once housed her shallow heart. Within its searing depths, it no longer provided warmth but merely became a cluster of fears and broken dreams. The night's song was hardly comfort enough to drown out the lamenting of her broken soul. Twisting fitfully in her sleep she kneaded her way into the dirt, nestled in the flection of a tree roots.

Luminous, her figure shone brightly in the dim midnight of the giant forest's berth; a beacon to her own misgivings. Supple skin carved her perfectly etched features and her hair bled out upon the dirt. In the midst of it's coils fresh shoots of growth reached up with wavering arms towards the silent sky. Mysteries endowed, she slept fearful and lonely, awaiting her judgment at the feet of the lake.

Its whispering had kept her awake long into the night, but exhaustion had taken its toll on her long ago. Her breaths were born on borrowed time, borrowed strength, and she had sunk deep into the mud at its banks flickering between the essence of her life force and the shadows that merged beneath the glassy surface. Some time later she had been moved, by soft hands and gentle words to the bed she now resigned herself to. It was not yet her time, he had whispered insistently, a desperation leering at the heels of his words. But all that had transpired had been lost on her, for in her stupor the words were swift comfort, but aided not her failing heart.

She had come to his accursed Carean forest to die. Her purpose had been outlived and in her breast her heartbeat slowed to a vague pounding of hoofbeats on some distant shore. The agony of her lose stretched to the callous veins that carried her poisoned blood, prolonged her suffering. As the morning gathered slowly on the horizon she could feel it carry with it the hopes of her impending doom. Her wings curled loftily about her their fringe scarred brown by the mud and dirt congealed beneath her. A constant comfort and indefinite reminder of her stout failure. They moved steadily to shield her from the cold, as if the night had not warranted such protection; however dangerous its darkness had been, the night paled in comparison to the premonition of the day's outcome.

As sunlight struck the waters of the Sazchnen lake, the winds stilled and as her dreams careened to a dim standstill, her tanned skin warmed to the flaring rays. Stirring gently she did not rise but let her lips part gently to taste the morning air. It was fresh and clean, harboring the sickening memory of a time when it did not relinquish such a feeling of calm. Collecting it within her lungs, like a sea of billowing wild flowers, she let it cling to her and pervade her being as a solace to her faltering heart. Eyelids quavering she shifted gently so as not to disturb the peacefulness of the dawn. Her wings folded neatly behind her as she stood, unwilling to brush the grime from her thin garment that swayed in the breeze of her motion. It curled in enticing arcs about her strong legs and shrank to her abdomen slowly rising in tight complaint about her breasts. A succulent figure she cut in the solitude of the lake front, her image not lost on those that looked on from the cover of the trees, hiding just as much from her sight as from her power.

Making her way to the beach she stepped silently over pebbles her wingtips barely breeching the leeway in between. Cool lake water lapped at her ankles before she stopped her inane course into its depths. Her arms flung themselves out imploringly to the expanse of its waters. Her eyes beseeched its master to take her, cradle her in his arms as he cradled the lake bed so stoutly, so unhesitatingly to his breast. On her lips lingered his name, but it would not come forth. She longed for the safety of the afterlife, its timid response to her beckoning. In a stumbling of resolution she felt it curb its opposition but adamantly it refused her request. Such a cold front was afforded her tears. Stinging and sapphire they fell marring her cheeks with their scorching ferocity. Before long she found herself kneeling in the freezing waters, her wings soaked to the bone and heavy at her back. The wind had started up again and she felt it call to her.

Beloved...

Its flagrant taunting shattered her resolve, broke its crystalline structure into a thousand mournful pieces that hurled themselves about in a terrifying storm of her fury. She sank her shoulders down as she bent to clasp her knees in her shivering palms. Her wings fluttered violently and she raised her head in grim determination. Defiance shown in her eyes, dared to outdo the deeds of injustice thrust upon her. Standing up with little difficulty she raised herself to her full height. The air around her screamed with the potency of her power, alive with her poison. Concocted in the confines of her very soul it stung the edges of the fading night and clung to the early morning dew. Subtly it remedied her strife, but was not enough to cure her of her wonton desire. She shouted dangerously into the wind, into the very heart of the trees that encroached upon the edge of the lake, the very pit of the lake itself.

"I have lost so much for you... and now you will not even allow me the peace of death. How can your heart be so hard, so cold as to deny me the freedom in death which you stole from me in life?"

Shaking in her fury her shivers of anger turned to frightened ones as a hand gripped her shoulder tightly. The silent hum of power permeated this unknown being and she melted into it's presence...

Beloved...