Chapter Five
The curiosity of a berserker
"Once a berserker has curiosity it wont ever leave that item of interest alone, even if another gets in its way."
The forest was silent at night, when nobody stirred nothing else around them stirred either; this really was the dead of the night. Whatever was moving would have been restless, like a hungry animal kept in a cage. Its footsteps crushed the grass to the forests floor and trees in its direction where slashed brutally until they reached the floor, in pieces of course. As the wind flowed though the air, the creature lifted its head and sniffed it; then twitched its ears as if to listen, it heard something. No creature could show its expressions like this one could, its lips curled into a murderous smirk. It wandered longer, destroying all in his path like raging weather, until it caught sight of that village once more. It had forgotten where it was, its intentions not yet known weather or not it had wanted to return or was it that it had been looking for the village to arrive once more, and then wander. As it approached it coiled back as it caught the scent of another beast, humans. Standing still, not moving a muscle it heard voices coming from a large hut near by, it pricked its ears slightly and wandered with caution towards it. The voices got louder and louder, a high pitched squeal broke into its listening, stepping backwards went it reached the window, hesitating before peering it. In the creatures eyes it saw a small human, its body wrapped in cloth blankets, only its head visible, a small cloud of white fluffy hair upon its tiny cranium, bright emerald green hues wandered around as it produced that high pitched, squealing noise from its mouth. The creature didn't understand this thing, but gazed in a somewhat awe at the creature which held the tiny thing in her arms, calm chocolate orbs stared down at it calmly, her long black hair tangled from her sleep and her mouth moved to a calming lullaby which she'd been using too sooth the youth she held. Now slinking towards the cloth door the creature wanted to see more, long claws upon gloved knuckles edged along the huts wooden outside walls as it walked, edging closer and closer towards the door. It popped its head in first, the warmth of the room glowed upon those features, those long green war-painted stripes upon its face and that greasy, thick, black hair which draped a little from sweat down its face, the woman looked up almost instantly as the berserker entered her housing, but she didn't stop singing, she kept on, so bright and charming, yet the songs words where the complete opposite. "One is dead but not forgotten, a name lived on went body was rotten. Deepened torment, crushed hearts, this be what happens when love has passed." Berserker tilted his head to her words, like a dog or a small child it stared with curiosity, not lashing out or breaking anything it stepped forward towards her, as she placed the child down calmly back into its crib, her song finally finishing. Then she turned to the berserker. "What brings you this night, this night so dark and frightening?" The berserker tilted its head once more towards the young, beautiful woman's voice, as if to listen. Its back fairly hunched as he watched the children around him, this woman must have been fairly naive to allow such a being in with creatures so innocent and small, so defenceless. "Is one too stern to speak with I?" She studied the berserker, an intelligent expression upon her pale face; she seemed the least bit scared.
"I heard your voice." His voice cold, like the sort of voice you'd hear in haunting dreams. "From the forest." "Then this one would be singing her loudest, why was one walking this night? When one should be in its nest." The berserker's breath was fairly loud and heavy, but neither of them noticed. "I don't sleep." It answered, blinking its black pupiled eyes. "One so dangerous shall be killed if he is seen." Lady Kikyou was referring to the villagers; they'd have the berserker dead in an instant if they knew it was right there in the village. "Maybe it will ease my pain." He spoke still in that cold voice, almost toneless. "You are a berserker? Mustn't this berserker be in the forests or mountains where it can not be approached, so it cannot kill or maim another." The berserker was now staring down at its long Tekagi, which was held upon its hands, dried blood stained the blades it held. "This berserker is lost.." It was about to continue but it stopped, staring at the children, the claws upon its hands shaking as if spring loaded, and its eyes where wide and dilated. Something relapsed in its memory, something that wouldn't stop as he stared down at those children. The pure are soiled and the soiled are purified. What is evil is good and what is good is evil. To live is to die and to die is to live. He grasped his head slightly, knocking it back as in a frantic pain, his whole body coiled backwards as if to be shocked by electricity and his gloved hands where held to his head. "Mount hakurei's power lies deep within' the earth. With the sacred one. To be clean is to be dirty and to be dirty is to be clean." Lady Kikyou gasped as she listened to those words, she stepped forward even if it meant that her life was in danger, that berserker could slice her up into tiny pieces if it intended to. "Those words.the missing words." She spoke as if in a trance. "The missing words of that song.which he used to sing." The berserker, turned around and fled, like back when he attacked the village leaders hut, she'd been there and seen it all. She watched from her window as his shadowy figure disappeared from sight back into the forest, her eyes where wide as she watched him. The village leader stepped in, wearing only a pair of baggy, broken trousers. "I heard something, and I came." A few children stirred as he entered, unknowing of the berserkers' appearance. She stared forward out that window. "You look as if you have seen a ghost." He took her by the shoulders, and stared into her eyes, she pushed him away slightly then calmed herself. That wasn't just a berserker, and she knew this. "Doctor Suikotsu."
The curiosity of a berserker
"Once a berserker has curiosity it wont ever leave that item of interest alone, even if another gets in its way."
The forest was silent at night, when nobody stirred nothing else around them stirred either; this really was the dead of the night. Whatever was moving would have been restless, like a hungry animal kept in a cage. Its footsteps crushed the grass to the forests floor and trees in its direction where slashed brutally until they reached the floor, in pieces of course. As the wind flowed though the air, the creature lifted its head and sniffed it; then twitched its ears as if to listen, it heard something. No creature could show its expressions like this one could, its lips curled into a murderous smirk. It wandered longer, destroying all in his path like raging weather, until it caught sight of that village once more. It had forgotten where it was, its intentions not yet known weather or not it had wanted to return or was it that it had been looking for the village to arrive once more, and then wander. As it approached it coiled back as it caught the scent of another beast, humans. Standing still, not moving a muscle it heard voices coming from a large hut near by, it pricked its ears slightly and wandered with caution towards it. The voices got louder and louder, a high pitched squeal broke into its listening, stepping backwards went it reached the window, hesitating before peering it. In the creatures eyes it saw a small human, its body wrapped in cloth blankets, only its head visible, a small cloud of white fluffy hair upon its tiny cranium, bright emerald green hues wandered around as it produced that high pitched, squealing noise from its mouth. The creature didn't understand this thing, but gazed in a somewhat awe at the creature which held the tiny thing in her arms, calm chocolate orbs stared down at it calmly, her long black hair tangled from her sleep and her mouth moved to a calming lullaby which she'd been using too sooth the youth she held. Now slinking towards the cloth door the creature wanted to see more, long claws upon gloved knuckles edged along the huts wooden outside walls as it walked, edging closer and closer towards the door. It popped its head in first, the warmth of the room glowed upon those features, those long green war-painted stripes upon its face and that greasy, thick, black hair which draped a little from sweat down its face, the woman looked up almost instantly as the berserker entered her housing, but she didn't stop singing, she kept on, so bright and charming, yet the songs words where the complete opposite. "One is dead but not forgotten, a name lived on went body was rotten. Deepened torment, crushed hearts, this be what happens when love has passed." Berserker tilted his head to her words, like a dog or a small child it stared with curiosity, not lashing out or breaking anything it stepped forward towards her, as she placed the child down calmly back into its crib, her song finally finishing. Then she turned to the berserker. "What brings you this night, this night so dark and frightening?" The berserker tilted its head once more towards the young, beautiful woman's voice, as if to listen. Its back fairly hunched as he watched the children around him, this woman must have been fairly naive to allow such a being in with creatures so innocent and small, so defenceless. "Is one too stern to speak with I?" She studied the berserker, an intelligent expression upon her pale face; she seemed the least bit scared.
"I heard your voice." His voice cold, like the sort of voice you'd hear in haunting dreams. "From the forest." "Then this one would be singing her loudest, why was one walking this night? When one should be in its nest." The berserker's breath was fairly loud and heavy, but neither of them noticed. "I don't sleep." It answered, blinking its black pupiled eyes. "One so dangerous shall be killed if he is seen." Lady Kikyou was referring to the villagers; they'd have the berserker dead in an instant if they knew it was right there in the village. "Maybe it will ease my pain." He spoke still in that cold voice, almost toneless. "You are a berserker? Mustn't this berserker be in the forests or mountains where it can not be approached, so it cannot kill or maim another." The berserker was now staring down at its long Tekagi, which was held upon its hands, dried blood stained the blades it held. "This berserker is lost.." It was about to continue but it stopped, staring at the children, the claws upon its hands shaking as if spring loaded, and its eyes where wide and dilated. Something relapsed in its memory, something that wouldn't stop as he stared down at those children. The pure are soiled and the soiled are purified. What is evil is good and what is good is evil. To live is to die and to die is to live. He grasped his head slightly, knocking it back as in a frantic pain, his whole body coiled backwards as if to be shocked by electricity and his gloved hands where held to his head. "Mount hakurei's power lies deep within' the earth. With the sacred one. To be clean is to be dirty and to be dirty is to be clean." Lady Kikyou gasped as she listened to those words, she stepped forward even if it meant that her life was in danger, that berserker could slice her up into tiny pieces if it intended to. "Those words.the missing words." She spoke as if in a trance. "The missing words of that song.which he used to sing." The berserker, turned around and fled, like back when he attacked the village leaders hut, she'd been there and seen it all. She watched from her window as his shadowy figure disappeared from sight back into the forest, her eyes where wide as she watched him. The village leader stepped in, wearing only a pair of baggy, broken trousers. "I heard something, and I came." A few children stirred as he entered, unknowing of the berserkers' appearance. She stared forward out that window. "You look as if you have seen a ghost." He took her by the shoulders, and stared into her eyes, she pushed him away slightly then calmed herself. That wasn't just a berserker, and she knew this. "Doctor Suikotsu."