Fox Fire - The Massacre
I don't own InuYash...=3
Summary: A young firl travels home only to find her village massacred by a pack of wolf Demons! Alone and afraid things only get worse as she discovers what she really is...
'thinking'
"talking"
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A young girl walked steadily down an old dusty trail. She was dressed in a simple white kimono, its sleeves reached past her fingers, though the bottom was quite a few inches above her knees. Her eyes were a deep emerald and full of joy for she had a good journey. She had been sent to a nearby Sheperd to recieve thread to be woven into clothing. The Sheperd had been extremely generous, and she came home with manny spools of thread.
The smell of smoke filled the air as she neared her village. 'where is that smell comming from? Its far too early for anyone to be cooking...' she thought as she continued, quickening her pace. She caughed as the air grew thick with the smell, she whiped the tears from her eyes as the smoke overpowered her senses. 'Somethings wrong!' she feared as she started to run.
The last hill of her journey came up quickly, after she passed over it she could see her entire village. As she came to the topshe stopped fast in her tracks. Her eyes filled with fear. The village was on fire! The crops had mostly perished and most of the buildings were burning down before her very eyes. She droped the spools to the group and ran as fast as her legs would allow.
"Father!" she screamed as she raced down the path.
As she ran her foot got caught on something, and she fell harshly to the ground. Her face and hands were scratched and bleeding from the fall. She got up to her knees, the pain pulsing from her palms. She turned to see a man's arm, with the flesh nearly picked clean off the bone. Her heart raced and she quickled jumped to her feet and looked at the tall grass surrounding the path.
There were at least a dozen bodies strewn across the grass. Most were in pieces, shreded beyond recognition. But there were a few still in one piece 'it...looks like they were trying to get away...' she thought the fear almost overwhelming her.
A loud crash came from behind her she swiftly turned to see one of the huts crash in on itself. 'Maybie...maybie hes still okay...' she thought to herself as she ran into the village. It was hard to see throught the smoke, it was its thickest here. She battled through the thick air and stumbled her way to one hut. She swung the door open with all her might slamming it into the wall from which it hung.
She starred at what laid inside. She fell to her knees unable to even hold herself up. Tears came streaming down her face..."please...no...".
Her father lay in pieces inside the hut. Scraps of flesh and bone scattered through out the floor, blood splattered across the walls. Only one part was left unharmed. His head laid severed on the floor still holding the look of pain and fear, seeming to testify to the atrocities commited against the village.
The village burned around her, but she could no longer tell. Everything she had oce taken for granted was gone, and se didn't care if she was to join it.
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A demon streaked across a thick forrest passing over the same territory that the girl had hours prior. The demon had long white hair so perfectly groomed that it shimmered in the sun, two fox ears peaked through the gorgeos locks barley showing through. They were white just as the hair, except they had black tips, and one had a large gash running through it. It came from the side and fell downwars to about half of the ear, cleanly seperating the ear. His eyes were as devoid of emotion as they were of color, bieng a stale gray. His clothes were made of a fine silk consisting of deeps blues and purples.
He ran faster then any human could dream, without even breaking a sweat. He sped through the forrest in no time at all quickly comming upon the small village. He looked over the scene as he stood a top the hill above the village. Looking over the same path the girl had. He took his time walking down into the village looking over all the death as he passed. He stood still and tok a single wiff of the air. It was an easy task for him to sort through the smells, even with the smoke still thick in the village. He quickly found a familiar scent, and headed through the huts untill he came upon the same one that the girl had gone to.
She was still there, leaning against the door post. The smoke had overcome her, and she sat unconsius as the village continued to burn around her. He knelt down next to her and looked her over, making sure she was still living. He then turned to look into the hut. He blinked, his only reaction to the horrific sight that lay within the small hut.
He looked back down at the girl, and took his hand to her face to get a better look. But as soon as he touched the soft skin he quickly pulled back his hand. He fell backwards to a sitting position in the doorframe. He breathed deeply and looked to his own hand. He had expected her skin to be harsh, but it was soft like silk. 'but she was supposed to be an urchen...but...she looks so much more like a princess...' he thought. He took her hand in his it was just a soft as her face. He took back his hand once more and shook his head slowly. 'My master is expecting me...I shouldn't linger here anymore.' he thought and took the girl into his arms, running back to where he had come.
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to be continued...
I don't own InuYash...=3
Summary: A young firl travels home only to find her village massacred by a pack of wolf Demons! Alone and afraid things only get worse as she discovers what she really is...
'thinking'
"talking"
*-*-*-*-*-*-*
A young girl walked steadily down an old dusty trail. She was dressed in a simple white kimono, its sleeves reached past her fingers, though the bottom was quite a few inches above her knees. Her eyes were a deep emerald and full of joy for she had a good journey. She had been sent to a nearby Sheperd to recieve thread to be woven into clothing. The Sheperd had been extremely generous, and she came home with manny spools of thread.
The smell of smoke filled the air as she neared her village. 'where is that smell comming from? Its far too early for anyone to be cooking...' she thought as she continued, quickening her pace. She caughed as the air grew thick with the smell, she whiped the tears from her eyes as the smoke overpowered her senses. 'Somethings wrong!' she feared as she started to run.
The last hill of her journey came up quickly, after she passed over it she could see her entire village. As she came to the topshe stopped fast in her tracks. Her eyes filled with fear. The village was on fire! The crops had mostly perished and most of the buildings were burning down before her very eyes. She droped the spools to the group and ran as fast as her legs would allow.
"Father!" she screamed as she raced down the path.
As she ran her foot got caught on something, and she fell harshly to the ground. Her face and hands were scratched and bleeding from the fall. She got up to her knees, the pain pulsing from her palms. She turned to see a man's arm, with the flesh nearly picked clean off the bone. Her heart raced and she quickled jumped to her feet and looked at the tall grass surrounding the path.
There were at least a dozen bodies strewn across the grass. Most were in pieces, shreded beyond recognition. But there were a few still in one piece 'it...looks like they were trying to get away...' she thought the fear almost overwhelming her.
A loud crash came from behind her she swiftly turned to see one of the huts crash in on itself. 'Maybie...maybie hes still okay...' she thought to herself as she ran into the village. It was hard to see throught the smoke, it was its thickest here. She battled through the thick air and stumbled her way to one hut. She swung the door open with all her might slamming it into the wall from which it hung.
She starred at what laid inside. She fell to her knees unable to even hold herself up. Tears came streaming down her face..."please...no...".
Her father lay in pieces inside the hut. Scraps of flesh and bone scattered through out the floor, blood splattered across the walls. Only one part was left unharmed. His head laid severed on the floor still holding the look of pain and fear, seeming to testify to the atrocities commited against the village.
The village burned around her, but she could no longer tell. Everything she had oce taken for granted was gone, and se didn't care if she was to join it.
*-*-*-*-*-*-*
A demon streaked across a thick forrest passing over the same territory that the girl had hours prior. The demon had long white hair so perfectly groomed that it shimmered in the sun, two fox ears peaked through the gorgeos locks barley showing through. They were white just as the hair, except they had black tips, and one had a large gash running through it. It came from the side and fell downwars to about half of the ear, cleanly seperating the ear. His eyes were as devoid of emotion as they were of color, bieng a stale gray. His clothes were made of a fine silk consisting of deeps blues and purples.
He ran faster then any human could dream, without even breaking a sweat. He sped through the forrest in no time at all quickly comming upon the small village. He looked over the scene as he stood a top the hill above the village. Looking over the same path the girl had. He took his time walking down into the village looking over all the death as he passed. He stood still and tok a single wiff of the air. It was an easy task for him to sort through the smells, even with the smoke still thick in the village. He quickly found a familiar scent, and headed through the huts untill he came upon the same one that the girl had gone to.
She was still there, leaning against the door post. The smoke had overcome her, and she sat unconsius as the village continued to burn around her. He knelt down next to her and looked her over, making sure she was still living. He then turned to look into the hut. He blinked, his only reaction to the horrific sight that lay within the small hut.
He looked back down at the girl, and took his hand to her face to get a better look. But as soon as he touched the soft skin he quickly pulled back his hand. He fell backwards to a sitting position in the doorframe. He breathed deeply and looked to his own hand. He had expected her skin to be harsh, but it was soft like silk. 'but she was supposed to be an urchen...but...she looks so much more like a princess...' he thought. He took her hand in his it was just a soft as her face. He took back his hand once more and shook his head slowly. 'My master is expecting me...I shouldn't linger here anymore.' he thought and took the girl into his arms, running back to where he had come.
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to be continued...