Drear of Silence
Chapter- Shimmering Moonlight 6
I'm very sorry for taking so long; I had many things coming along.
***
She knew she was dead scraps, morsels that the jaguar will rejoice. But wait as before she could lose the last cling of hope---
The large thick trunks of cinnamon was shredded to sharp flowing wood chips and a lean man with slender bones and amber blazing eyes that was surged with a yearn of blood ripped across in a bolt of lightning and had a ferocious grip on his gleaming, thick metallic sword.
Hitokiri Battousai, or was it?
His unruly crimson, thick tendrils slumped on his pale, emotionless face. His face felt as a glacial, smooth pebble- no emotion fluxing in his soul, emotionless and yet alive.
His flaming-fiery hair blocked his eyes in a casting guilt shadow or was it death or shrieking remorse that laid his pale, clean eyelids weighed down? Misao only knew in that exact moment was the blurry, fuzzy vision of the man turning the handle of his blood-absorbing blade in with an incomprehensible speed locking it down and making one slice........
One powerful, blasting strike to the center of the jaguar's bony spine and ripping through to the belly to its death was all it took. The whole, flesh- ripping being cut in half as you cut a juicy-spurting lemon, but the lean powerful slayer laid still as a peaceful young man in a pool of fresh seeping blood.
One slice, a mere slice.....was all it took.
The sable, bloody two-half animal squirmed and bawled with a high ear- splitting cry, its black, rich beady eyes losing its flashy flare and staying limp as a torn, weary doll laying in its own gushing blood pressing on the wetted ground. It corpse sprayed the ruby liquid on Misao's face as she wiped it in disgust.
It was dead. It is dead.
Misao knew now it was Kenshin but formed in his anger.
His amethyst, sanguine eyes seemed disturbed but he slithered his metallic blade in its sheath and his lips were kept frozen.
The last thing Misao needed was a tongue-lashing or an embarrassment that would leak her jade, bright eyes in bitter-burning tears.
They, Kaoru and her were alive, thanks to Kenshin.
Alive.
***
"I should have not trusted you scrawny females to get golden nectar in this forest." Kenshin whispered in furious annoyance but he was still calm, cloaking his emotions well.
Misao nodded in agreement, not willing and foolish enough to dispute with him when his face simmered hotly in such a way. He was angry, anyone that would want to die early could argue feisty with Kenshin when his anger rumbled.
--Why?
Why would he come?
Was he scared of losing something, maybe but what? She was interrupted with a growling, impatient voice that cracked like thunder. Kenshin, of course for he was the impatient one.
The sun was now leaving its lost cast and now giving in to the darkness, as the crescent moon swarmed slowly in the aqua gloomy sky. Kenshin's eyes were of hopeless saffron now having a cream of violet spreading on his oval eyeballs.
Suddenly he seemed depressed, sad of something...
"Let's go" Kenshin's voice slowly flowed in the drifting current of wind. Why were his emotions changing drastically? Could it.no.but, be... Tomoe?
He looked and observed Kaoru carefully and held his pale hands to Kaoru's waist and held her carefully but then snatching her suddenly and putting her in front of his black Stallion that was named "Mizu" in their ancient language meaning "black powerful one."
Misao linked her hands to Kenshin's waist as he snarled his leather, steel whip to the horse's gleaming, tender skin that was soft as the silky petals of Emerald Hills. Mizu quickly galloped away into the grasses, with Kenshin, Misao and Kaoru together.
Kenshin's bright saffron eyes that now were getting swallowed with amber were dull and his emotions numb. He looked fiercely ahead, clutching his grip on the reins.
A diamond tear spewed from Kaoru's pale, ghostly face and slid smoothly down her fold of skin that mustered expression of fear and agony. Her eyebrows were twitching as if something was disturbing her mere soul.
She was alive, still holding on the thread of life that glued to her soul.
"Hold on Kaoru. Hold on...." Misao replied in a raspy whisper that was drowned in the thundering gallops of Mizu.
***
Misao looked as the sun was already beneath the wisp of gray substance. Kaoru. What was wrong with her?
She had cried and shrieked of remorse slightly and then trembled whispering words that she could not understand. Some were bumpy words that drew from her lips as a whimpering dog like, "dddaaarrkkk....kill....myyy sooulll.....yeees, come closeeerrr."
She was scared for her friend but she did not know what to do, for she even screamed in the girl's ears but it seemed like she was trapped in a realm...of FEAR.
*****
Kaoru's version: (nightmare and past of the realms)
Green bristles tickled me but I paid no attention just feeling the soft blush of heat stirring on my skin. My griffin stout blade or mixed with a dagger was firmly in my grip as sweat trickled wetly down my tight, gushy skin that prickled in intense heat.
No grin curled from my thin, grim lips that were set in a stern line and my raven, sharp, narrow tendrils made a dark shadow expressing the gloom the overwhelmed my soul. I just kept sharpening my blade with a bloody knife that unusually kept dripping a trinket of blood, not until though did I know it was actually taking blood from my body. A bloody drip less every second but in some reason I felt as I pleasured the vision of blood and the taste that rolled upon my tongue that savored and fed my pleading, frail soul.
Though yet it did not disturb me to know this information it.... It made me want....more. I was emotionless...and I rejoiced in the threads of darkness that wrapped like a thick orb in my heart, I wanted to kill. Anything. Kill and see my victim squirm in everlasting weakness that swarmed their brittle bones, lacking strength and draw my blade into their skin. I wanted to see the corpse of an organism, better yet a human being hugging my breast and screaming to no avail. I loved it.
My indigo eyes were keen, all my senses and I saw a gaunt structure capture my trouble attention. It was a girl, a girl that teased and ridiculed me of my difference that particular day when I searched of human companionship and I would avenge my pride that she demolished that day. My lips curled into slipping smile and my eyes dance of a wicked gleam.
The girl was slightly shorter than me and she quivered in the mere, abrupt snap the surrounded her. She had mahogany braids that slithered to her waist and looked at me in agony.
I sheathed my blade-mixed-dagger and the flat of it slid glacially on my cheeks, this would be the possession that would avenge myself and I started to run.
This began my sin of man slaying.
I grinned and swung........
***
Please review, and my apologies.
Chapter- Shimmering Moonlight 6
I'm very sorry for taking so long; I had many things coming along.
***
She knew she was dead scraps, morsels that the jaguar will rejoice. But wait as before she could lose the last cling of hope---
The large thick trunks of cinnamon was shredded to sharp flowing wood chips and a lean man with slender bones and amber blazing eyes that was surged with a yearn of blood ripped across in a bolt of lightning and had a ferocious grip on his gleaming, thick metallic sword.
Hitokiri Battousai, or was it?
His unruly crimson, thick tendrils slumped on his pale, emotionless face. His face felt as a glacial, smooth pebble- no emotion fluxing in his soul, emotionless and yet alive.
His flaming-fiery hair blocked his eyes in a casting guilt shadow or was it death or shrieking remorse that laid his pale, clean eyelids weighed down? Misao only knew in that exact moment was the blurry, fuzzy vision of the man turning the handle of his blood-absorbing blade in with an incomprehensible speed locking it down and making one slice........
One powerful, blasting strike to the center of the jaguar's bony spine and ripping through to the belly to its death was all it took. The whole, flesh- ripping being cut in half as you cut a juicy-spurting lemon, but the lean powerful slayer laid still as a peaceful young man in a pool of fresh seeping blood.
One slice, a mere slice.....was all it took.
The sable, bloody two-half animal squirmed and bawled with a high ear- splitting cry, its black, rich beady eyes losing its flashy flare and staying limp as a torn, weary doll laying in its own gushing blood pressing on the wetted ground. It corpse sprayed the ruby liquid on Misao's face as she wiped it in disgust.
It was dead. It is dead.
Misao knew now it was Kenshin but formed in his anger.
His amethyst, sanguine eyes seemed disturbed but he slithered his metallic blade in its sheath and his lips were kept frozen.
The last thing Misao needed was a tongue-lashing or an embarrassment that would leak her jade, bright eyes in bitter-burning tears.
They, Kaoru and her were alive, thanks to Kenshin.
Alive.
***
"I should have not trusted you scrawny females to get golden nectar in this forest." Kenshin whispered in furious annoyance but he was still calm, cloaking his emotions well.
Misao nodded in agreement, not willing and foolish enough to dispute with him when his face simmered hotly in such a way. He was angry, anyone that would want to die early could argue feisty with Kenshin when his anger rumbled.
--Why?
Why would he come?
Was he scared of losing something, maybe but what? She was interrupted with a growling, impatient voice that cracked like thunder. Kenshin, of course for he was the impatient one.
The sun was now leaving its lost cast and now giving in to the darkness, as the crescent moon swarmed slowly in the aqua gloomy sky. Kenshin's eyes were of hopeless saffron now having a cream of violet spreading on his oval eyeballs.
Suddenly he seemed depressed, sad of something...
"Let's go" Kenshin's voice slowly flowed in the drifting current of wind. Why were his emotions changing drastically? Could it.no.but, be... Tomoe?
He looked and observed Kaoru carefully and held his pale hands to Kaoru's waist and held her carefully but then snatching her suddenly and putting her in front of his black Stallion that was named "Mizu" in their ancient language meaning "black powerful one."
Misao linked her hands to Kenshin's waist as he snarled his leather, steel whip to the horse's gleaming, tender skin that was soft as the silky petals of Emerald Hills. Mizu quickly galloped away into the grasses, with Kenshin, Misao and Kaoru together.
Kenshin's bright saffron eyes that now were getting swallowed with amber were dull and his emotions numb. He looked fiercely ahead, clutching his grip on the reins.
A diamond tear spewed from Kaoru's pale, ghostly face and slid smoothly down her fold of skin that mustered expression of fear and agony. Her eyebrows were twitching as if something was disturbing her mere soul.
She was alive, still holding on the thread of life that glued to her soul.
"Hold on Kaoru. Hold on...." Misao replied in a raspy whisper that was drowned in the thundering gallops of Mizu.
***
Misao looked as the sun was already beneath the wisp of gray substance. Kaoru. What was wrong with her?
She had cried and shrieked of remorse slightly and then trembled whispering words that she could not understand. Some were bumpy words that drew from her lips as a whimpering dog like, "dddaaarrkkk....kill....myyy sooulll.....yeees, come closeeerrr."
She was scared for her friend but she did not know what to do, for she even screamed in the girl's ears but it seemed like she was trapped in a realm...of FEAR.
*****
Kaoru's version: (nightmare and past of the realms)
Green bristles tickled me but I paid no attention just feeling the soft blush of heat stirring on my skin. My griffin stout blade or mixed with a dagger was firmly in my grip as sweat trickled wetly down my tight, gushy skin that prickled in intense heat.
No grin curled from my thin, grim lips that were set in a stern line and my raven, sharp, narrow tendrils made a dark shadow expressing the gloom the overwhelmed my soul. I just kept sharpening my blade with a bloody knife that unusually kept dripping a trinket of blood, not until though did I know it was actually taking blood from my body. A bloody drip less every second but in some reason I felt as I pleasured the vision of blood and the taste that rolled upon my tongue that savored and fed my pleading, frail soul.
Though yet it did not disturb me to know this information it.... It made me want....more. I was emotionless...and I rejoiced in the threads of darkness that wrapped like a thick orb in my heart, I wanted to kill. Anything. Kill and see my victim squirm in everlasting weakness that swarmed their brittle bones, lacking strength and draw my blade into their skin. I wanted to see the corpse of an organism, better yet a human being hugging my breast and screaming to no avail. I loved it.
My indigo eyes were keen, all my senses and I saw a gaunt structure capture my trouble attention. It was a girl, a girl that teased and ridiculed me of my difference that particular day when I searched of human companionship and I would avenge my pride that she demolished that day. My lips curled into slipping smile and my eyes dance of a wicked gleam.
The girl was slightly shorter than me and she quivered in the mere, abrupt snap the surrounded her. She had mahogany braids that slithered to her waist and looked at me in agony.
I sheathed my blade-mixed-dagger and the flat of it slid glacially on my cheeks, this would be the possession that would avenge myself and I started to run.
This began my sin of man slaying.
I grinned and swung........
***
Please review, and my apologies.