Chapter One: Kirame
"Great job Kirame. You're getting better at it," Mum's face always looked like that; forced smile and doubt all over her face. She wasn't the one who smiled a lot – at least she was trying.
"This is hopeless," I groaned and put my bow down. I wasn't getting any better with the bow and arrow but at least it was a purification arrow. The arrow always landed a hand space away from the target.
"Get a target and then you can have lunch," Dad put a hand on my shoulder. That irritating smell trailed around him tickled my nose. I hated it but I should smell the same way too because I am his daughter.
Dad was a wolf youkai that fled from his tribe around the time I was born. He claimed to have super speed before until some war happened which no one will tell me about. He had black hair and blue eyes – and had no canine ears as I'd grown.
"But Kouga!" I gave him my puppy-dog look and made an emphasis when I used his name.
"Heh, that wont fool me," he smirked and turned his gaze to the sky.
"Get a bulls-eye or no lunch – GOT IT?" he trailed away to the corner of our small 'camp'.
I glared at the floor with my eyes narrowed. How I hated when they do that.
"Come on. One purification arrow aimed at the cross there," Mum's voice echoed in my head. It had been there for the thirteen years of my life. Nice encouragement, but it doesn't work.
I picked up my arrow and pulled the string back. After a few slight moments, I aimed and let go. My fingers were so sore and numb from pulling they look like they would tart bleeding soon.
I searched for the arrow and realized…it hit the cross! A bulls-eye!
"There you go. Now, you may eat," Mum looked like she must've held her breath for an hour.
I ran across to the spot where three steaming porridges lay. As I gobbled down my food, I stared at my parents. My mum, Kikyo, was once a miko. She kind of still is because her holy spiritual powers are still within her. She passed them down to me, and I am learning to shoot a purifying arrow – ON THE TARGET.
Other things I got her from graceful figure were the long black hair like a raven's wing. And a pale thin face that reminded me of a huge white almond.
I had black canine ears sticking out of my hair at the top of my head. They could hear sounds from miles away, and I had a nose that could detect scents as far. Every person had a significant scent and I could follow and track them down if they were close enough.