Disclaimer: Oh yea, I'm a rich Japanese guy who owns Yuu Yuu Hakusho.
Right. (rolls eyes)
~* January Constrictor*~
He shivered and curled up into a tight ball as the cruel wind howled with unyielding fury just outside of his small hideout. It didn't really do that much to stop the invading fingers of the icy wind that stroked his silver fur. He hated this. He trembled again. He really, truly hated this. He was cold, he was hungry, and, (as much as he loathed to admit it) he was hurt. The little kitsune pup tilted his graceful head and half-heartedly licked the large gash in his soft underbelly. The wound was beginning to freeze in the harsh weather. Stupid youkai. And it got away too. He growled low in this throat at the thought of the other demon. Another frigid blast of air tore at him, suddenly snatching him from the basket of his dark, evil thoughts. He quickly receded as far back into the hollowed tree trunk as was allowed by the cramped space. He sniffled miserably. He wanted to go home, to his den, where his mother and siblings were probably wondering where he was. If only he hadn't chased that dumb youkai! A soft whine pushed its unwelcome way through frozen lips as he sniffed again. He just wanted to go home. The tiny flakes of snow rushed into his temporary shelter with the wind. He stopped in a moment of almost fascination at the sharp contrast between gentle white and violent red as the small crystals brushed gently against the dirty, matted fur that was once his beautiful, shiny coat. He was starting to feel drowsy. It was so, so cold. He could feel it, seeping through his skin and turning the blood in his veins to ice. Digging deeper and deeper into his core. Frozen fingers wrapping themselves around him. Crushing him. The petit trickster whimpered and cowered farther back into the cool, unfeeling depths of the tree hollow, but the bitter winds, rising in power and velocity tore into the crude refuge with undaunted fever. Changing its direction to blow straight into the makeshift shelter, reaching for the tiny, terrified kitsune that huddled within. Coming for him. Crimson met ivory as he was suddenly surrounded by snow, drowning in the white fluff. It stung his eyes and froze his moist nose. He yelped piteously, knowing no one would hear him, as nobody in their right mind would be out in the middle of nowhere on a night like this. The cold wind, backed by the snow and the ice, mercilessly attacked him on all sides. He struggled vainly against nature, life against death, refusing to give in. However, where his spirit was strong, his frail, wounded body was not. The thrashing began to slow as the white death seemed to only clutch him tighter, like the lengths of a great, albino snake coiling around the still warm body of its prey. The futility of his struggles now set themselves in his muddled brain. He knew in his mind it was over, but his heart shrugged off the rational with the vehemence of determined youth. But his body. His body wasn't responding anymore. He was so tired of fighting, so tired of trying, so tired of being forever pitted against the odds. Right now, all he wanted to do was sleep. Yes. he would rest, just until he regained his strength. White swirled, the small, jagged edges of the snowflakes focused into crystal clarity for a few brief, precious moments before the winding, twisting coils of the January constrictor faded slowly into the black cloud that hovered just beyond his failing senses.
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;_; Sorry. poor Kurama. Yea, go one shots, er review? (Please don't kill me.)
*Yuki KIKI
~* January Constrictor*~
He shivered and curled up into a tight ball as the cruel wind howled with unyielding fury just outside of his small hideout. It didn't really do that much to stop the invading fingers of the icy wind that stroked his silver fur. He hated this. He trembled again. He really, truly hated this. He was cold, he was hungry, and, (as much as he loathed to admit it) he was hurt. The little kitsune pup tilted his graceful head and half-heartedly licked the large gash in his soft underbelly. The wound was beginning to freeze in the harsh weather. Stupid youkai. And it got away too. He growled low in this throat at the thought of the other demon. Another frigid blast of air tore at him, suddenly snatching him from the basket of his dark, evil thoughts. He quickly receded as far back into the hollowed tree trunk as was allowed by the cramped space. He sniffled miserably. He wanted to go home, to his den, where his mother and siblings were probably wondering where he was. If only he hadn't chased that dumb youkai! A soft whine pushed its unwelcome way through frozen lips as he sniffed again. He just wanted to go home. The tiny flakes of snow rushed into his temporary shelter with the wind. He stopped in a moment of almost fascination at the sharp contrast between gentle white and violent red as the small crystals brushed gently against the dirty, matted fur that was once his beautiful, shiny coat. He was starting to feel drowsy. It was so, so cold. He could feel it, seeping through his skin and turning the blood in his veins to ice. Digging deeper and deeper into his core. Frozen fingers wrapping themselves around him. Crushing him. The petit trickster whimpered and cowered farther back into the cool, unfeeling depths of the tree hollow, but the bitter winds, rising in power and velocity tore into the crude refuge with undaunted fever. Changing its direction to blow straight into the makeshift shelter, reaching for the tiny, terrified kitsune that huddled within. Coming for him. Crimson met ivory as he was suddenly surrounded by snow, drowning in the white fluff. It stung his eyes and froze his moist nose. He yelped piteously, knowing no one would hear him, as nobody in their right mind would be out in the middle of nowhere on a night like this. The cold wind, backed by the snow and the ice, mercilessly attacked him on all sides. He struggled vainly against nature, life against death, refusing to give in. However, where his spirit was strong, his frail, wounded body was not. The thrashing began to slow as the white death seemed to only clutch him tighter, like the lengths of a great, albino snake coiling around the still warm body of its prey. The futility of his struggles now set themselves in his muddled brain. He knew in his mind it was over, but his heart shrugged off the rational with the vehemence of determined youth. But his body. His body wasn't responding anymore. He was so tired of fighting, so tired of trying, so tired of being forever pitted against the odds. Right now, all he wanted to do was sleep. Yes. he would rest, just until he regained his strength. White swirled, the small, jagged edges of the snowflakes focused into crystal clarity for a few brief, precious moments before the winding, twisting coils of the January constrictor faded slowly into the black cloud that hovered just beyond his failing senses.
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;_; Sorry. poor Kurama. Yea, go one shots, er review? (Please don't kill me.)
*Yuki KIKI