Fox Fire - Family Ties
I don't own InuYasha...
'thinking'
"talking"
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In a den far from the remains of her village the young girl awoke. She coughed harshly as not all the smoke had yet left her lungs. She felt as if she ate a handfull of hot sand as she breathed in the crisp morning air. 'I...I should be dead...' she thought as she tried to get up, but something held her down. She tried to push it away, but she was still weak from the smoke.
It took her a moment for her eyes to focus. She first made out the shape of someone sitting over her, and the details came into focus. She screamed as she realized exactly what was over her.
"Demon!! Demon!! Get away from me!" she screamed as she tried to push away from the white haired demon.
He clenched her shoulders firmly in his palms and firmly thrust her back onto the blankets set for her. "Calm down, no one will hurt you." he said - his words feeling empty of emotion.
She shut her eyes tightly and moved her face away from his "You filthy liar! You must be one of the Demons who attacked my village!! I won't let you kill me too!" She screamed, and struggled against his grip.
She pushed up against his arm, reaching under his sleathe, trying to get him to loosen his grip. 'stupid fool...she'll only hurt herself...' he thought as a small droplet of sweat came running down his forehead. He reached to swipe it away, but as he did her fingernail slit across his arm, cutting a large gash into his ruff skin. He looked at the mark more surprised then hurt, as she took back her hand with blood running down into her palm.
The demon sat back onto the ground giving the girl some room, seeing that now she was less concerened with getting away.
She looked onto her hand and brushed the blood away to see she no longer had nails, but sharp demon claws. She looked to her feet to find the same transformation, and as she tilted her head down golden strands fell before her face. She quickly grasped them in her palm, and with a sharp pain from her head she knew they were her own. She thrusted her hands up into the new locks, discovering her ears a great deal higher then they had been only one day before. She felt around them as two feather down soft fox ears fell in and out of her grip.
She felt sick, and wished to die, but her peril was yet to be over as she felt more of the feather down soft fur rub against her leg. She swiftly turned to see a plethera of golden tails flowing from her back. She screamed and thrust her head under the blankets. "no..no.no...this can't be happening" she sobed as she started to cry.
Meanwhile he merely sat and watched as she examined her new self. He looked on as she hid her head under, leaving her tails out in the open. He watched as the golden tails shivered in fear, he cautiosly moved closer and took one into his hand. They were even softer then her skin - he had never felt any thing like it.
A figure came walking into the den and the white haired demon backed off from the girl's side-letting the tail drop down onto the others. The newcomer was another demon. He had short hair, of the same color as the girl's new locks. At first glance his ears appeared human, but on closer inspection they had a subtle point. His eyes were the only feature that suggested he was older then he looked, they where full of wisdom and knowledge - taking everything in carefully not missing even the smallest detail.
This newcomer looked twards the white haired demon "what is she doing, Ezra?" he asked sounding slightly concerned.
Ezra turned his attention from the girl and answered "She seems confused." he answered in his stone cold voice.
The new demon stepped twards the girl and knelt down beside her, where Ezra had been sitting when he first entered. He lifted the sheets off the girls head and he placed his hand softly on the girls head-trying to confort her.
As soon as the demon touched the girl she shot up, now seeing two demons before her. Her heart started pounding-she knew it wouldn't be easy getting away from one, but two would be impossible. She inched away from the demons tears forming in her eyes 'I don't want to die...' she thought.
The wise old demon sighed and took the girl into his lap. She struggled to get away, but soon found it to be useless and resigned to hiding her face in her hands as she cried out of fear. The demon softly pushed the girl's head against his chest, then turned to Ezra "leave us, I'm sure theres work for you to do else where."
Ezra nodded, and got up and left the den. Just as he was about to leave he looked back at the two 'such an odd child...' he thought to himself as he turned to leave.
The girl only noticed the demon's teeth as he spoke, the sharp fangs sent shivers down her spine. She curled herself up as well as she could in the demon's lap 'please...just stop...please let this be a dream.'
The old demon caressed the girls back, and softly spoke into her soft fox ears "don't be afraid, Fokumo, no one will hurt you here."
Fokumo rubbed her ear with her hand - the soft breath tickled as it passed over her new sensitive ears. She took a deep breath and tried to speak "wha-what have you done to me?" she asked in a meek scratchy voice.
"hmmm..." The demon took his hand and very softly rubbed Fokumo's throught, she responded by letting out a harsh cough. "Does it still hurt?" he asked. Fokumo slowly nodded.
The demon placed his hand over Fokumo's ears "Ezra!" he yelled. The white haired demon soon appeared at the mouth of the den.
"Yes master?" Ezra asked.
"Fetch Fokumo some water." the demon commanded.
Ezra nodded, and soon returned with a jug of water and a small cup. He left it at his masters side and left as quickly and quietly as he had entered. 'Fokumo...I must remember that.' he thought to himself as he left the den.
The demon took the water into the cup, and offered it to Fokumo. She whimpered and turned her head away from the cup 'I can't accept that...who knows whats been done to it..' she thought to herself, though her thirst felt like it was increasing every moment that cup was sitting there.
The demon took his hand and turned her head twards the cup, and moved it closer to her. "Come now, you must be thirsty." he said softly. And she was, but she didn't trust the demon. He moved the cup even closer, so the edge was touching her lips. It was so close she could even smell the water. A small tear fell as she gave in and tilted up the cup as to let the cold liquid roll over her toungue and past her sore throught.
"Goog girl." Said the demon as he took his free hand to rub the back of her hair.
It made Fokumo feel sick inside as he spoke those words - she didn't want to be good, not for these demons...all she wanted was to get away from here. She wished to stop drinking, but it felt so good she couldn't stop herself untill at last the cup was empty.
The demon put the cup back down onto the dirt floor. "That wasn't so hard, now was it?" he asked. Fokumo only groaned in respone. The demon sighed "I know what it is you want to hear..but you won't like it..." he said. He took Fokumo and rolled her over in his arms, so it would be easier for her to look at him - though she choose not too. He took his hand and put it up to Fokumo's cheek, knowing she would soon need his confort.
"Fokumo, things arn't quite as they seem. Its not what I've done, its what I've undone..." the demon began.
Fokumo looked strait at the demon holding her "what is that supposed to mean?" she demanded.
"You were not born completely human, your father, my son, was a half breed. He mated with a human preistess...and had you." He continued.
Fokumo's eyes wided, and she pushed away from the demon "No! No, thats not true!!! My father was human! My mother was no priestess!" she yelled.
The demon stood on one knee and placed his hand onto Fokumo's shoulder "You must listen, it is time you know the truth."
She shaked her head fercely "No! You only speak lies demon!" she screamed pulling away from his grip.
The demon took Fokumo by the waist and sat her back in his lap "you'll listen, wheather you like it or not. Its for your own good." he said as she struggled against him, but he was able to keep her still. "There was a battle long ago between humans and demons. Your father didn't want to intervene, but that foolish preistess he fell in love with couldn't keep away. She entered into battle against your father's wishes. He died that day protecting her, only for her to suffer a fatal blow. She lingered in this world for weeks, but the wound never healed. It was her last wish that you would live a safe, human, life. She cast a spell upon your head, to hide your demon attributes-both inside and out and she trusted you to a man in the village where she died." he finished.
"Quit lying, you filthy demon!!" she cried, "theres no way I'm related to you or any of your kind!" She screamed as she tried to pull away with all her remaining strength.
The demon firmly grabbed Fokumo's right wrist and twisted it so the underside shone upward, then he placed his own wrist beside it. Fokumo gasped as the two wrists held an identical mark. She quickly slipped from his loosened grip and inspected the arm with both hands.
"no..this is impossible..." she muttered "How can this be?" she spoke as she looked up to the demon's face.
"The mark is passed on to all who hold the blood of a ninetails demon-however little. With what that has happened it has become clear to me that it is not safe for you in the world. I broke the spell to hide your true form, and have decided that you should live here, in service as Ezra and the others who are not of pure blood." he spoke, already set in his own mind.
He then laid Fokumo down on the blankets, and took took one to cover her. Fokumo wasn't sure if she should resist...he had proven their lineage. He pulled the sheet up to her neck "you should rest a bit, your still weak from the smoke. I shall return later, do not leave this den untill then." he spoke and left Fokumo alone in the den.
Fokumo watched as the demon walked out the mouth of the den. As soon as he left she rolled over on her side and scrunched into a little ball. 'Could everything he said be true? That mark on his arm...it was a perfect match...he couldn't fake that. What is to become of me now...will he really makeme serve here...like some vassel...'
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to be continued...
I don't own InuYasha...
'thinking'
"talking"
*-*-*-*-*-*-*
In a den far from the remains of her village the young girl awoke. She coughed harshly as not all the smoke had yet left her lungs. She felt as if she ate a handfull of hot sand as she breathed in the crisp morning air. 'I...I should be dead...' she thought as she tried to get up, but something held her down. She tried to push it away, but she was still weak from the smoke.
It took her a moment for her eyes to focus. She first made out the shape of someone sitting over her, and the details came into focus. She screamed as she realized exactly what was over her.
"Demon!! Demon!! Get away from me!" she screamed as she tried to push away from the white haired demon.
He clenched her shoulders firmly in his palms and firmly thrust her back onto the blankets set for her. "Calm down, no one will hurt you." he said - his words feeling empty of emotion.
She shut her eyes tightly and moved her face away from his "You filthy liar! You must be one of the Demons who attacked my village!! I won't let you kill me too!" She screamed, and struggled against his grip.
She pushed up against his arm, reaching under his sleathe, trying to get him to loosen his grip. 'stupid fool...she'll only hurt herself...' he thought as a small droplet of sweat came running down his forehead. He reached to swipe it away, but as he did her fingernail slit across his arm, cutting a large gash into his ruff skin. He looked at the mark more surprised then hurt, as she took back her hand with blood running down into her palm.
The demon sat back onto the ground giving the girl some room, seeing that now she was less concerened with getting away.
She looked onto her hand and brushed the blood away to see she no longer had nails, but sharp demon claws. She looked to her feet to find the same transformation, and as she tilted her head down golden strands fell before her face. She quickly grasped them in her palm, and with a sharp pain from her head she knew they were her own. She thrusted her hands up into the new locks, discovering her ears a great deal higher then they had been only one day before. She felt around them as two feather down soft fox ears fell in and out of her grip.
She felt sick, and wished to die, but her peril was yet to be over as she felt more of the feather down soft fur rub against her leg. She swiftly turned to see a plethera of golden tails flowing from her back. She screamed and thrust her head under the blankets. "no..no.no...this can't be happening" she sobed as she started to cry.
Meanwhile he merely sat and watched as she examined her new self. He looked on as she hid her head under, leaving her tails out in the open. He watched as the golden tails shivered in fear, he cautiosly moved closer and took one into his hand. They were even softer then her skin - he had never felt any thing like it.
A figure came walking into the den and the white haired demon backed off from the girl's side-letting the tail drop down onto the others. The newcomer was another demon. He had short hair, of the same color as the girl's new locks. At first glance his ears appeared human, but on closer inspection they had a subtle point. His eyes were the only feature that suggested he was older then he looked, they where full of wisdom and knowledge - taking everything in carefully not missing even the smallest detail.
This newcomer looked twards the white haired demon "what is she doing, Ezra?" he asked sounding slightly concerned.
Ezra turned his attention from the girl and answered "She seems confused." he answered in his stone cold voice.
The new demon stepped twards the girl and knelt down beside her, where Ezra had been sitting when he first entered. He lifted the sheets off the girls head and he placed his hand softly on the girls head-trying to confort her.
As soon as the demon touched the girl she shot up, now seeing two demons before her. Her heart started pounding-she knew it wouldn't be easy getting away from one, but two would be impossible. She inched away from the demons tears forming in her eyes 'I don't want to die...' she thought.
The wise old demon sighed and took the girl into his lap. She struggled to get away, but soon found it to be useless and resigned to hiding her face in her hands as she cried out of fear. The demon softly pushed the girl's head against his chest, then turned to Ezra "leave us, I'm sure theres work for you to do else where."
Ezra nodded, and got up and left the den. Just as he was about to leave he looked back at the two 'such an odd child...' he thought to himself as he turned to leave.
The girl only noticed the demon's teeth as he spoke, the sharp fangs sent shivers down her spine. She curled herself up as well as she could in the demon's lap 'please...just stop...please let this be a dream.'
The old demon caressed the girls back, and softly spoke into her soft fox ears "don't be afraid, Fokumo, no one will hurt you here."
Fokumo rubbed her ear with her hand - the soft breath tickled as it passed over her new sensitive ears. She took a deep breath and tried to speak "wha-what have you done to me?" she asked in a meek scratchy voice.
"hmmm..." The demon took his hand and very softly rubbed Fokumo's throught, she responded by letting out a harsh cough. "Does it still hurt?" he asked. Fokumo slowly nodded.
The demon placed his hand over Fokumo's ears "Ezra!" he yelled. The white haired demon soon appeared at the mouth of the den.
"Yes master?" Ezra asked.
"Fetch Fokumo some water." the demon commanded.
Ezra nodded, and soon returned with a jug of water and a small cup. He left it at his masters side and left as quickly and quietly as he had entered. 'Fokumo...I must remember that.' he thought to himself as he left the den.
The demon took the water into the cup, and offered it to Fokumo. She whimpered and turned her head away from the cup 'I can't accept that...who knows whats been done to it..' she thought to herself, though her thirst felt like it was increasing every moment that cup was sitting there.
The demon took his hand and turned her head twards the cup, and moved it closer to her. "Come now, you must be thirsty." he said softly. And she was, but she didn't trust the demon. He moved the cup even closer, so the edge was touching her lips. It was so close she could even smell the water. A small tear fell as she gave in and tilted up the cup as to let the cold liquid roll over her toungue and past her sore throught.
"Goog girl." Said the demon as he took his free hand to rub the back of her hair.
It made Fokumo feel sick inside as he spoke those words - she didn't want to be good, not for these demons...all she wanted was to get away from here. She wished to stop drinking, but it felt so good she couldn't stop herself untill at last the cup was empty.
The demon put the cup back down onto the dirt floor. "That wasn't so hard, now was it?" he asked. Fokumo only groaned in respone. The demon sighed "I know what it is you want to hear..but you won't like it..." he said. He took Fokumo and rolled her over in his arms, so it would be easier for her to look at him - though she choose not too. He took his hand and put it up to Fokumo's cheek, knowing she would soon need his confort.
"Fokumo, things arn't quite as they seem. Its not what I've done, its what I've undone..." the demon began.
Fokumo looked strait at the demon holding her "what is that supposed to mean?" she demanded.
"You were not born completely human, your father, my son, was a half breed. He mated with a human preistess...and had you." He continued.
Fokumo's eyes wided, and she pushed away from the demon "No! No, thats not true!!! My father was human! My mother was no priestess!" she yelled.
The demon stood on one knee and placed his hand onto Fokumo's shoulder "You must listen, it is time you know the truth."
She shaked her head fercely "No! You only speak lies demon!" she screamed pulling away from his grip.
The demon took Fokumo by the waist and sat her back in his lap "you'll listen, wheather you like it or not. Its for your own good." he said as she struggled against him, but he was able to keep her still. "There was a battle long ago between humans and demons. Your father didn't want to intervene, but that foolish preistess he fell in love with couldn't keep away. She entered into battle against your father's wishes. He died that day protecting her, only for her to suffer a fatal blow. She lingered in this world for weeks, but the wound never healed. It was her last wish that you would live a safe, human, life. She cast a spell upon your head, to hide your demon attributes-both inside and out and she trusted you to a man in the village where she died." he finished.
"Quit lying, you filthy demon!!" she cried, "theres no way I'm related to you or any of your kind!" She screamed as she tried to pull away with all her remaining strength.
The demon firmly grabbed Fokumo's right wrist and twisted it so the underside shone upward, then he placed his own wrist beside it. Fokumo gasped as the two wrists held an identical mark. She quickly slipped from his loosened grip and inspected the arm with both hands.
"no..this is impossible..." she muttered "How can this be?" she spoke as she looked up to the demon's face.
"The mark is passed on to all who hold the blood of a ninetails demon-however little. With what that has happened it has become clear to me that it is not safe for you in the world. I broke the spell to hide your true form, and have decided that you should live here, in service as Ezra and the others who are not of pure blood." he spoke, already set in his own mind.
He then laid Fokumo down on the blankets, and took took one to cover her. Fokumo wasn't sure if she should resist...he had proven their lineage. He pulled the sheet up to her neck "you should rest a bit, your still weak from the smoke. I shall return later, do not leave this den untill then." he spoke and left Fokumo alone in the den.
Fokumo watched as the demon walked out the mouth of the den. As soon as he left she rolled over on her side and scrunched into a little ball. 'Could everything he said be true? That mark on his arm...it was a perfect match...he couldn't fake that. What is to become of me now...will he really makeme serve here...like some vassel...'
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to be continued...
