Yay! I got an RK fic!!! Too bad it's not all original. See my muse was
watchin Kenshin with me and now she's beating me over the head with an RK
ficcie! It's gotten to the point where I keep having it in my dreams!!
So, with the loving graces of Lady Shiin, I get to use her Icari idea (because it is the greatest)!!!
So here I am rambling when I should be typing this story, so here goes.
Please don't beat me with a flame stick either if you hate me, just storm out of the room and throw something.
^.^ Here goes..
Tigereyes
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The world has broken. What was, isn't now. Things that exist now would terrify the bravest man 5 years ago. The human race is endangered. There is no other way to say it. We are being hunted for either food or for slavery.
The extent of variety left is not that great. Icari, who live in the sky and have powerful wings and look like humans, use humans as servants. Vampires, well, that's obvious, rule the night and use humans as food and new recruiting. Equestiennes, a race of half horse, half something else, have developed a taste for human meat and use our hair to make practically anything. There are the Demons, who are nothing but spirits, simply kill anything moving. Lastly, there are the Hunters, where all aforementioned groups get the humans. Hunters are a race with extremely heightened senses that are attuned to humans. They hunt for the small tribes of humans that are left and cart them off to be tattooed on the wrist that they had been caught and then sold to one of the groups.
Such is life now. If you want to even call it life. I am Karoi, the only one left of my family. When I was a small girl, about five or so, Hunters attacked us.
My mother hid me in a cherry tree and told me not to move. I sat in silence as they fought. My father and two older brothers fought with some of the few katana left available to humans. My mother hit the ones that were coming with a bow and arrow. At least fifteen Hunters fell to them, but soon the battle began to wear on them. My mother ran out of arrows first. She was defenseless and a Hunter crept up behind her and grabbed her. He held tightly to her neck and she couldn't get free. They took her away and my father and brothers went crazy with rage.
They killed several more, but the sheer number of Hunters was pressing down on them. I watched in horror as one of them shot my older brother, Sachi, in the head. He fell limply to the ground. It was all I could do to keep from jumping from the tree and running to his side. But my mother's command rang strongly in my ears and it was the last thing she said to me. So I sat there, silently crying to myself.
My father attacked with newfound rage and my oldest brother, Shinta fought as hard as my father did. But in the end, their katanas were no match for them. The hunters killed my father with a shot to the heart and they carried Shinta off. He fought as hard as he could, but to no avail. I haven't seen my mother or Shinta since.
It's been fifteen years today since they had been taken and I have been on my own. When I was about Twelve, I built a small shrine to my family where the Hunters captured them and my father and brother fell to them. I slowly made my way there through the thick underbrush.
Five red stones that I had found in a ruin of a city stood next to one another. The grass was soft as I knelt before them.
"Evening my dear family, how's your rest?" I asked as tears formed in my eyes.
Only greeted by silence, I continued.
"The days are the same as they were when we were together. I'm fighting and I won't stop even if I'm the only human left who is free."
A gentle breeze pulled at my fire red hair.
"I know you're watching over me. I feel you sometimes. It's comforting. Though not as comforting as being with you all living."
The wind picked up stronger and thunderclouds loomed ominously overhead. The hair on the back of my neck stood on end. I started to rise but I stopped. The tip of a sword was at my neck and I had a feeling that there were several other weapons behind me.
With a hesitant sigh, I remained where I knelt.
"Move and we slit your throat, scum," a deep voice demanded.
"Like that would make any difference?" I muttered.
For my troubles, I got a kick in the side. The wind was knocked out of me and I fell forward coughing. They pulled my arms behind my back and put shackles on my wrists. They were cold and heavy.
"Get up," the voice said again. When I didn't do it fast enough for their liking, I was lifted off of my feet and slung over one's shoulder. I watched my family's monuments fade into the distance as they carried me to their head base. I was bounced around as they ran.
We came to a stop as we neared a gate and they put me on the ground. They surrounded me as I sat on the ground. I can't say that they were fun to look at. They were all taller than any normal human, though they weren't far from ugly men. Most had their heads shaved and in top knots or braids. Big thorns or teeth or something of that sort sticking out of ears, noses, and one's labrae (that little part below your bottom lip, just above your chin). Only clothed below the waist, they had tattoos of the Hunter house. Wolves with their noses to the ground. They had many missing teeth and smelled foully.
"Sorry, missy, you gotta go out now," the one that carried me said and kicked me hard in the head and the world spun for a moment. Then everything went black.
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So what do you think? It's my first RK fic. I hope that everyone likes it! Lady Shiin is the greatest and all of you should read her stories!!! Especially Sky Dweller, the one which I stole *erm* borrowed this idea of Icari from! READ IT! Input is greatly appreciated! ^. ^x
[review!] [Tigereyes is grateful to Lady Shiin]
So, with the loving graces of Lady Shiin, I get to use her Icari idea (because it is the greatest)!!!
So here I am rambling when I should be typing this story, so here goes.
Please don't beat me with a flame stick either if you hate me, just storm out of the room and throw something.
^.^ Here goes..
Tigereyes
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The world has broken. What was, isn't now. Things that exist now would terrify the bravest man 5 years ago. The human race is endangered. There is no other way to say it. We are being hunted for either food or for slavery.
The extent of variety left is not that great. Icari, who live in the sky and have powerful wings and look like humans, use humans as servants. Vampires, well, that's obvious, rule the night and use humans as food and new recruiting. Equestiennes, a race of half horse, half something else, have developed a taste for human meat and use our hair to make practically anything. There are the Demons, who are nothing but spirits, simply kill anything moving. Lastly, there are the Hunters, where all aforementioned groups get the humans. Hunters are a race with extremely heightened senses that are attuned to humans. They hunt for the small tribes of humans that are left and cart them off to be tattooed on the wrist that they had been caught and then sold to one of the groups.
Such is life now. If you want to even call it life. I am Karoi, the only one left of my family. When I was a small girl, about five or so, Hunters attacked us.
My mother hid me in a cherry tree and told me not to move. I sat in silence as they fought. My father and two older brothers fought with some of the few katana left available to humans. My mother hit the ones that were coming with a bow and arrow. At least fifteen Hunters fell to them, but soon the battle began to wear on them. My mother ran out of arrows first. She was defenseless and a Hunter crept up behind her and grabbed her. He held tightly to her neck and she couldn't get free. They took her away and my father and brothers went crazy with rage.
They killed several more, but the sheer number of Hunters was pressing down on them. I watched in horror as one of them shot my older brother, Sachi, in the head. He fell limply to the ground. It was all I could do to keep from jumping from the tree and running to his side. But my mother's command rang strongly in my ears and it was the last thing she said to me. So I sat there, silently crying to myself.
My father attacked with newfound rage and my oldest brother, Shinta fought as hard as my father did. But in the end, their katanas were no match for them. The hunters killed my father with a shot to the heart and they carried Shinta off. He fought as hard as he could, but to no avail. I haven't seen my mother or Shinta since.
It's been fifteen years today since they had been taken and I have been on my own. When I was about Twelve, I built a small shrine to my family where the Hunters captured them and my father and brother fell to them. I slowly made my way there through the thick underbrush.
Five red stones that I had found in a ruin of a city stood next to one another. The grass was soft as I knelt before them.
"Evening my dear family, how's your rest?" I asked as tears formed in my eyes.
Only greeted by silence, I continued.
"The days are the same as they were when we were together. I'm fighting and I won't stop even if I'm the only human left who is free."
A gentle breeze pulled at my fire red hair.
"I know you're watching over me. I feel you sometimes. It's comforting. Though not as comforting as being with you all living."
The wind picked up stronger and thunderclouds loomed ominously overhead. The hair on the back of my neck stood on end. I started to rise but I stopped. The tip of a sword was at my neck and I had a feeling that there were several other weapons behind me.
With a hesitant sigh, I remained where I knelt.
"Move and we slit your throat, scum," a deep voice demanded.
"Like that would make any difference?" I muttered.
For my troubles, I got a kick in the side. The wind was knocked out of me and I fell forward coughing. They pulled my arms behind my back and put shackles on my wrists. They were cold and heavy.
"Get up," the voice said again. When I didn't do it fast enough for their liking, I was lifted off of my feet and slung over one's shoulder. I watched my family's monuments fade into the distance as they carried me to their head base. I was bounced around as they ran.
We came to a stop as we neared a gate and they put me on the ground. They surrounded me as I sat on the ground. I can't say that they were fun to look at. They were all taller than any normal human, though they weren't far from ugly men. Most had their heads shaved and in top knots or braids. Big thorns or teeth or something of that sort sticking out of ears, noses, and one's labrae (that little part below your bottom lip, just above your chin). Only clothed below the waist, they had tattoos of the Hunter house. Wolves with their noses to the ground. They had many missing teeth and smelled foully.
"Sorry, missy, you gotta go out now," the one that carried me said and kicked me hard in the head and the world spun for a moment. Then everything went black.
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So what do you think? It's my first RK fic. I hope that everyone likes it! Lady Shiin is the greatest and all of you should read her stories!!! Especially Sky Dweller, the one which I stole *erm* borrowed this idea of Icari from! READ IT! Input is greatly appreciated! ^. ^x
[review!] [Tigereyes is grateful to Lady Shiin]