...Still don't own inu-yasha.
But, wtf...
MAN WOMEN! She's just athletic! T.T
Nya, second chapter.
It was a warm, summer day. But the birds didn't sing and the brooks babbled so much more silent, for the villiage was dead. The people, all dead. Lying in bloodly puddles of their own creating, all ages...some where just parts. Torsos... legs... bones. The wolves had attacked violently, and quickly. She was running, the soft earth turned into rock, tearing at her feet, begging her to fall. Tree root...tree...root...
"Rin, wake up you stupid girl!" Jaken said, kicking her again. Humans...why couldn't they just wake up! It wasn't as if he had room to talk... He had only woken up minutes ago, but none the less he was still up. She shuddred awake, shivering. Jaken sniffed at her, turning up his froggy little nostral holes,for he had no real nose, and stomped off after Sesshomaru. She groggily sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes and standing up to follow Jaken. Her dreams were no longer frightened her, they merely tied her to her past. To be so jaded so young, was something many admired and feared. Not exactly in the little puff-ball of innocence that was Rin, but other, more authoritive figures. The wind blew silently, carring an odd, unfamiliar scent through the forrest.
"Sesshomaru-sama...is that...otter demon I smell?"
He didn't reply, his cold, yellow eye staring down at the stream, and the small,compared to him, figure walking along it's banks.
"So far from the ocean...it must be mad." Jaken murmered, almost missing his lord say,
"Keep Rin here." As he glided off.
ON HOLD.
I have recently been motivated to continue my Avatar story...
Go read it.
