Chapter 5:
Blood Poison and Blood Poisoning
Sesshyo shuddered, stumbling back away from the fourth blood-demon who had been waiting in the woods to strike him down. His hand was pressed against his gushing wound; not that it did any good. He snarled weakly. If he was going to be hurt, he was going to make some good out of it. He clenched his fist, then flung his blood-soaked hand outward, flinging drops of his poisonous blood in the other demon's face. The other demon shrieked in pain; some had gotten into his eyes and open mouth, burning his retinas so he couldn't see, and causing his throat to swell so he couldn't breath. With a howl he lunged blindly forward, grabbing the much smaller demon around the waist, and sinking his fangs into his shoulder. Sesshyo collapsed over backward, over the edge of the ravine, and they tumbled down the rocky, fifty foot slope. The huge blood-demon crashed down on top of Sesshyo, breaking his ribs and causing him to spit up a stream of blood from his rib-pierced lung. The other demon rolled off of him and clumsily gathered his sword, and with the last bit of strength he had left, raised it over his head for the final blow; but he wasn't near quick enough.
Sesshyo gathered himself, and lunged at the towering demon, drawing his dagger, he plunged it in the other demon again, and again until he collapsed dead from stab wounds, and Sesshyo's poison blood, which he was soaked with. Sesshyo laughed miserably, though the only good thing he could think of for the moment was that he was immune to his own poison.
He turned weakly to face the two blood-demons from the rocket blast, who were injured, but definitely not dead. Argh... What was up with this sword wound? He could get stabbed twenty times and still come up fighting; sure this wound, even for him, but it was making him so sick he just wanted to pass out.
Forget that the blood-demon would do terrible things to him if they got him unconscious. Shaking his head to clear his foggy vision, he flicked his hand down, bringing out his poison whip, like Sesshoumaru's except it was fire-red instead of acid-green. Using a yoki technique was going to make it harder to stay conscious, but he was going to die if he didn't; and Sesshyo planed on living a few hundred more years. He brought the whip down in a broad arch, lashing it back down across the smaller blood-demons face, causing him to howl and jump back. Seeing the injury his companion had received, the other youkia hesitated for a moment, then regained his composure and charged.
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It seemed to Salis that this Inu tried to avoid close combat if at all possible.
He had easily slain most of his posse with a longbow and arrows, now he was keeping the at a distance with this poison whip, which had seared out the eyes of his companion, leaving him blind and useless. The only injury the Inu had sustained had been from Radi's poison knife; which had obviously done it's job;
Sesshyo was shaking all over, and obviously fighting to stay conscious, and that poison whip wasn't doing him any good. Salis drew his dagger and dashed forward, preparing to slash his opponent, when, moving with a speed that he didn't know someone so badly poisoned would have Sesshyo drew his own sword, a fine-bladed rapier with a chrome blade. Ducking under Salis' thrust he plunged the sword upward, running Salis clean through; then he stumbled backward and collapsed, unconscious. Salis painfully turned to his companion, and, upon seeing that he was dead, slowly dragged himself to his feet, preparing to finish Sesshyo off himself; when he heard a savage growl and whirled to see a black-and-white striped wolf demon leap upon him, tearing his throat out before he could even utter a cry.
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Sia had stopped for a few hours at a human village on the way back to the Den, to get Sesshyo's wound bandaged by the human doctors there; that was the thing about not having a human form, no fingers. It irritated Sia to no end, having to take Lord Sesshyo to a loley village like that; his silk kimono alone, though ruined, was probably worth more than that entire village.
At first they wouldn't even come near the two demons, out of fear or stupidity, Sia suspected it was both; but after Sia started killing cattle to get the point through they came willingly enough. They approached cautiously; Sia was soaked in crimson blood, giving him a rather terrifying appearance. Lesser demons were immune to Sesshyo's curious blood poison, Sia wondered curiously what effect it would have on the humans. Apparently it had no effect whatsoever; the village doctor, a feeble old woman who hobbled about with a cane didn't look any different, though to Sia she looked so awful, she couldn't possibly get any worse. The most aggravating the was that these stupid humans made their houses so small he couldn't fit his huge body into the house. He was almost as big a some of the smaller houses in the village. Two of the children in the village, the old woman's granddaughters Sia supposed, where absolutely fascinated with the two demons, they either stared at the fuming Sia through the window, or, aggravating fools that they were, ran their fingers through Sesshyo's silken, silvery- white hair. Sia snarled savagely to warn them off, but they were just stupid humans, and didn't get the picture. After two or three hours Sia decided they had wasted enough time there; the Den's doctors were much more skilled in healing youkia injuries than these ignorant humans; Sia had just come here to get Sesshyo's wounds bandaged up. He told the old woman he planned to leave (yes, he could speak in human tongue, but it hurt his mouth and throat, and it was hard to understand, so he rarely spoke it), and of course she objected, saying that he couldn't moved, that the wound wasn't closing up like it usually did on demons, that any jostling around would make it bleed even worse, and all that pointless stuff humans worry about. During the course of their argument, Sia heard the high-pitched scream of a human in pain and terror, and as he turned, saw a firestorm consuming the entire other side of the village.
"They have come!" the old woman shrieked.
"Wwho wwomann?"
"The demons that have been plaguing our village for weeks!"
"Tthattt iss off no coonn-cern to me."
The woman whirled on Sia, a fire in her eyes that hadn't been there before.
"The same demons that attacked your friend!"
"Hhoww do yous know dis?"
"I recognize that poison that spread from the wound through his entire bloodstream, it has killed many people in my village. Even for a demon, your friend must have incredible stamina to survive this long, though I won't guarantee his survival."
Sia snarled savagely at the woman. "Itt stilll coonn-cernss me not."
"Fine take your friend and leave, but I beg you, take my granddaughters with you; all you have to do is leave them at the next village, it would be no trouble! Please! I'm begging you!"
"Wwhoo are yous to deter-mine what is trooble an' nott?"
"Sia," a weak voice said. Sia turned to see Sesshyo standing in the doorway, supported by the two small children and the doorpost. "Have some sympathy,"
He choked, and coughed up some more blood. "It won't be any trouble for you I'm sure." he smiled weakly, then swayed and fell. Maybe the old woman was right, Sia thought, Sesshyo was incredible pale, and from the amount of blood on his kimono the poison must've been doing something to his immune system, it wasn't normal for a demon to bleed this much. Sesshyo had a soft spot for these miserably cute, innocent little human children, and Sia, having been Sesshyo's guardian from when he was a small child, knew how stubborn he could be.
He would probably keep insisting they take the brats all night, even if he bled to death. On any other demon he would have thought this was just a delirium brought on by the poison, but Sesshyo was always like this. It was very un-demonlike. Sia snarled, the motioned for the humans standing around to get Sesshyo onto his back; they hesitated a minute then slowly helped the young demon lord onto Sia's back, glancing warily at his claws and wolf-like canine teeth, probably fearing he would snap back to reality and kill them all.
He then turned and growled at the children for them to get on.
They glanced fearfully up at his sword-sized fangs, then carefully pulled them selves up onto his back, at this Sia growled again; they didn't weigh enough to hurt him by pulling on his fur, but having these disgraceful humans on his back was enough to make him scream, if he could. He dashed off into the night, getting a surprised squeal from the girls. He snorted. Humans were so easily impressed it was disgusting. Wait till Sesshyo was well, he could show them speed! Please be ok my friend... Sia thought to himself.
Blood Poison and Blood Poisoning
Sesshyo shuddered, stumbling back away from the fourth blood-demon who had been waiting in the woods to strike him down. His hand was pressed against his gushing wound; not that it did any good. He snarled weakly. If he was going to be hurt, he was going to make some good out of it. He clenched his fist, then flung his blood-soaked hand outward, flinging drops of his poisonous blood in the other demon's face. The other demon shrieked in pain; some had gotten into his eyes and open mouth, burning his retinas so he couldn't see, and causing his throat to swell so he couldn't breath. With a howl he lunged blindly forward, grabbing the much smaller demon around the waist, and sinking his fangs into his shoulder. Sesshyo collapsed over backward, over the edge of the ravine, and they tumbled down the rocky, fifty foot slope. The huge blood-demon crashed down on top of Sesshyo, breaking his ribs and causing him to spit up a stream of blood from his rib-pierced lung. The other demon rolled off of him and clumsily gathered his sword, and with the last bit of strength he had left, raised it over his head for the final blow; but he wasn't near quick enough.
Sesshyo gathered himself, and lunged at the towering demon, drawing his dagger, he plunged it in the other demon again, and again until he collapsed dead from stab wounds, and Sesshyo's poison blood, which he was soaked with. Sesshyo laughed miserably, though the only good thing he could think of for the moment was that he was immune to his own poison.
He turned weakly to face the two blood-demons from the rocket blast, who were injured, but definitely not dead. Argh... What was up with this sword wound? He could get stabbed twenty times and still come up fighting; sure this wound, even for him, but it was making him so sick he just wanted to pass out.
Forget that the blood-demon would do terrible things to him if they got him unconscious. Shaking his head to clear his foggy vision, he flicked his hand down, bringing out his poison whip, like Sesshoumaru's except it was fire-red instead of acid-green. Using a yoki technique was going to make it harder to stay conscious, but he was going to die if he didn't; and Sesshyo planed on living a few hundred more years. He brought the whip down in a broad arch, lashing it back down across the smaller blood-demons face, causing him to howl and jump back. Seeing the injury his companion had received, the other youkia hesitated for a moment, then regained his composure and charged.
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It seemed to Salis that this Inu tried to avoid close combat if at all possible.
He had easily slain most of his posse with a longbow and arrows, now he was keeping the at a distance with this poison whip, which had seared out the eyes of his companion, leaving him blind and useless. The only injury the Inu had sustained had been from Radi's poison knife; which had obviously done it's job;
Sesshyo was shaking all over, and obviously fighting to stay conscious, and that poison whip wasn't doing him any good. Salis drew his dagger and dashed forward, preparing to slash his opponent, when, moving with a speed that he didn't know someone so badly poisoned would have Sesshyo drew his own sword, a fine-bladed rapier with a chrome blade. Ducking under Salis' thrust he plunged the sword upward, running Salis clean through; then he stumbled backward and collapsed, unconscious. Salis painfully turned to his companion, and, upon seeing that he was dead, slowly dragged himself to his feet, preparing to finish Sesshyo off himself; when he heard a savage growl and whirled to see a black-and-white striped wolf demon leap upon him, tearing his throat out before he could even utter a cry.
******
Sia had stopped for a few hours at a human village on the way back to the Den, to get Sesshyo's wound bandaged by the human doctors there; that was the thing about not having a human form, no fingers. It irritated Sia to no end, having to take Lord Sesshyo to a loley village like that; his silk kimono alone, though ruined, was probably worth more than that entire village.
At first they wouldn't even come near the two demons, out of fear or stupidity, Sia suspected it was both; but after Sia started killing cattle to get the point through they came willingly enough. They approached cautiously; Sia was soaked in crimson blood, giving him a rather terrifying appearance. Lesser demons were immune to Sesshyo's curious blood poison, Sia wondered curiously what effect it would have on the humans. Apparently it had no effect whatsoever; the village doctor, a feeble old woman who hobbled about with a cane didn't look any different, though to Sia she looked so awful, she couldn't possibly get any worse. The most aggravating the was that these stupid humans made their houses so small he couldn't fit his huge body into the house. He was almost as big a some of the smaller houses in the village. Two of the children in the village, the old woman's granddaughters Sia supposed, where absolutely fascinated with the two demons, they either stared at the fuming Sia through the window, or, aggravating fools that they were, ran their fingers through Sesshyo's silken, silvery- white hair. Sia snarled savagely to warn them off, but they were just stupid humans, and didn't get the picture. After two or three hours Sia decided they had wasted enough time there; the Den's doctors were much more skilled in healing youkia injuries than these ignorant humans; Sia had just come here to get Sesshyo's wounds bandaged up. He told the old woman he planned to leave (yes, he could speak in human tongue, but it hurt his mouth and throat, and it was hard to understand, so he rarely spoke it), and of course she objected, saying that he couldn't moved, that the wound wasn't closing up like it usually did on demons, that any jostling around would make it bleed even worse, and all that pointless stuff humans worry about. During the course of their argument, Sia heard the high-pitched scream of a human in pain and terror, and as he turned, saw a firestorm consuming the entire other side of the village.
"They have come!" the old woman shrieked.
"Wwho wwomann?"
"The demons that have been plaguing our village for weeks!"
"Tthattt iss off no coonn-cern to me."
The woman whirled on Sia, a fire in her eyes that hadn't been there before.
"The same demons that attacked your friend!"
"Hhoww do yous know dis?"
"I recognize that poison that spread from the wound through his entire bloodstream, it has killed many people in my village. Even for a demon, your friend must have incredible stamina to survive this long, though I won't guarantee his survival."
Sia snarled savagely at the woman. "Itt stilll coonn-cernss me not."
"Fine take your friend and leave, but I beg you, take my granddaughters with you; all you have to do is leave them at the next village, it would be no trouble! Please! I'm begging you!"
"Wwhoo are yous to deter-mine what is trooble an' nott?"
"Sia," a weak voice said. Sia turned to see Sesshyo standing in the doorway, supported by the two small children and the doorpost. "Have some sympathy,"
He choked, and coughed up some more blood. "It won't be any trouble for you I'm sure." he smiled weakly, then swayed and fell. Maybe the old woman was right, Sia thought, Sesshyo was incredible pale, and from the amount of blood on his kimono the poison must've been doing something to his immune system, it wasn't normal for a demon to bleed this much. Sesshyo had a soft spot for these miserably cute, innocent little human children, and Sia, having been Sesshyo's guardian from when he was a small child, knew how stubborn he could be.
He would probably keep insisting they take the brats all night, even if he bled to death. On any other demon he would have thought this was just a delirium brought on by the poison, but Sesshyo was always like this. It was very un-demonlike. Sia snarled, the motioned for the humans standing around to get Sesshyo onto his back; they hesitated a minute then slowly helped the young demon lord onto Sia's back, glancing warily at his claws and wolf-like canine teeth, probably fearing he would snap back to reality and kill them all.
He then turned and growled at the children for them to get on.
They glanced fearfully up at his sword-sized fangs, then carefully pulled them selves up onto his back, at this Sia growled again; they didn't weigh enough to hurt him by pulling on his fur, but having these disgraceful humans on his back was enough to make him scream, if he could. He dashed off into the night, getting a surprised squeal from the girls. He snorted. Humans were so easily impressed it was disgusting. Wait till Sesshyo was well, he could show them speed! Please be ok my friend... Sia thought to himself.
