I know, I know, I'll try to update more regularly! I didn't get a chance yesterday because I was taking care of a dozen horses at three different locations and sewing my prom dress! Man, I have a busy life... But I only had a half dozen today so I was able to write this :)
The small fire in the temple crackled as Ohara looked out onto the village she had taken to looking after. Beautiful paintings decorated the walls, most of which had been restored in honor of her 'return'. Apparently there had been a different dragon decades ago that guarded the village from harm. From what she could make out of the older paintings before they had been redone. The dragon was blue with red. He was a different breed then Ohara, one of the more common breeds if its head was accurate, though it was hard to compare as her inu heritage gave her a rather doggish look about the face and hind paws. She wondered what had become of the dragon. She supposed he must have been killed by a more powerful yokai some time ago.
Ohara lowered her head, allowing one of the village children to pat her face. She waited patiently while the child tweaked her ears and felt her horns. The dragoness smiled slightly at the awe on the little girl's face. The small ningen's hair was ruffled from play, most likely from with her older brother. At that moment she looked so very much like Rin...
The dragoness carefully pulled her head away and continued on. Even after over a month, the thought of her old pack sent a pain shooting through her chest. She couldn't help but remind herself that, although she had been intentionally hiding, Sesshomaru had yet to find her. It should have been easy for a powerful demon like him. That was, if he was looking. He probably had no interest in an uncontrollable female like her. He would probably find Umayo or a different inuyokai who would produce pure pups similar to himself.
The villagers stumbled back in alarm as their guardian suddenly leaped into the air, hopping gracefully from roof to roof. Ohara spiraled into the sky over the lake, searching for the tell-tale crimson that marked the patch of poison berry trees. That may remind her of Sesshomaru, but they also made her feel numb, and she needed that right now.
Sesshomaru gazed at the destruction the defeat of Naraku had caused. Once his main goal, he now found the victory most disappointing. He had been sure the pitiful half-breed had held the key to finding his missing female. Yet, his renewed efforts to find the evil hanyou proved to be in vain. He was no closer to finding Ohara then before. His vengeance was satisfied, but it brought him no satisfaction.
He would consider no other. Ohara was powerful, intelligent, and something else. He could not quite pinpoint exactly what made her so unique, but he was certain he would not find another suitable female that possessed it. Perhaps it was a trait due to her mixed heritage. Then again, it was so very similar to what drew him to Rin, he doubted it.
She could have died, ether from lack of poison or killed by another yokai. It was possible, even very probable. Even so, he could not bring himself to believe such things. She may have yet to be confident in here own power, but Sesshomaru knew, when she was cornered, all the power she held back would show itself. When push came to shove, she was a very formidable yokai indeed. Formidable enough to challenge even him when she realized her full potential.
The dragoness awoke to the clash of lightning hitting the ground in the start of a sudden storm. She blinked, confused as to why such strange weather was occurring. She hadn't had a nightmare, nor any sort of dream that would cause her to cause it. She focused her yoki on it to calm the odd weather. However, her demonic energy was met with a force both combating and barring it from the sky. She leaped from her resting place when the sound of lighting striking wood echoed over the lake.
Heat blasted in her face as she rounded the corner to the temple entrance. The village was on fire. Swirling black clouds hovered in the sky, yet no rain fell, only lightning. Her keen sight spotted a long figure weaving between them. A dragon.
Ohara took to the air without hesitation, determined to protect her village. The shifting form came into view. The inu-dragoness paused. She recognized the dragon before her. She had seen him depicted on the temple walls. This was the dragon who had previously occupied the lake, whom she had presumed dead. His blue and red scales were unmistakable. But, why then would he attack his own people?
He turned to Ohara and snarled. She snarled back. He may appear to be older and longer then her, but she was one of the most powerful breeds of dragon. He most likely could not withstand her intense yoki for long.
Ohara bounded forward, summoning her energy to her claws. they glowed a dull yellow. Though not as bright as usual, she attacked anyway, slashing at the other dragon's side. The resulting gash was disappointingly shallow, only slightly deeper then if she had used her claws alone. The dragoness frowned as her adversary slithered away.
His retaliation was a flash of lightning, simple enough to avoid. She aimed to return the attack with more power. She opened her mouth and gathered her yoki. Yet, electric didn't tickle her tongue as usual. All she could taste was the bitter recriminates of the poison berries. She did not have time to analyze the situation though, as her opponent, having realized she the attack he was preparing to dodge was not coming, seized his chance for a second attempt, diving through the air toward her.
Ohara hurriedly batted away his claws, though even that was unusually weak. Her muscles simply could not provide the force expected of them. She fought the fear threatening to flood her mind as she leaped higher in the clouds, coming down on the attacking dragon.
They clawed viciously at each other, her unable to attack him with her yoki, him unable to hit her with his. Unfortunately for Ohara, the larger dragon held the advantage in such a battle, and she was tiring quickly. Her continuous attempts to utilize her demonic aura was leaving her worn. Soon it was all she could do to remain in the sky.
Her movements slowed, no longer could she nimbly dodge and retaliate. She received her first blow from his yoki, which hit her tai;/ The disruption of her furn made control of her flight pattern difficult, and required her to use the little yoki she had left to both stay aloft and steer. Even that was failing. She received a second bolt, this time to the midsection, quickly followed by a jolt of lightning to her chest.
Ohara twisted in the air as she fell, eyes staring, heartbroken, at the burning village below.
I have been drawing Ohara a lot lately and will try to put them on my Deviantart (same name as here) and update the cover. I have a really cool one of this fight scene! But I won't put it up if you don't review, muhahaha!
So review. Thanks!
