Elli given dinanzi, e io soletto di retro, e ascoltava I lor sermoni, ch'a poetar mi davano intelletto.

They in advance went on, and I alone behind them, and I listened to their speech, which gave me lessons in the art of song.

Legacy - Rise and Fall of the Western Lands

Murderers

"Myouga," Inutaisho began, "I killed my own father."
"Yes, truly is sad how the ritual has to end. But, there is a new beginning for you, a purpose in a sense. You are the Inu no Taisho, the Leader of the Dogs. There is trouble in these lands, trouble your father hadn't the strength or the mind power to repair."
"What is it Myouga?"
They sat in a dark room inside the castle. It had been three hours before Myouga was found, drinking the blood of an old friend. A fire was lit in the room and Myouga had prepared fish, with the help of a few youkai-maidens. Inutaisho wouldn't eat them still thinking of his father's corpse laying before him and the wicked laughter of Sou'unga.
"Neko-youkai."

Inutaisho, with soldiers whom had offered to follow, patrolled the Western coast and come across the bodies of peasants and villagers. They were mutilated and gored from the collarbone to the hips. Their faces were cut to pieces. One of the female demon's, who had suffered the worse, eyes had been cut out and they lay on the ground smashed into the grass.
Inutaisho looked upon this with rage as his comrades turned and vomited. Inutaisho quickly grabbed the bodies, a count of about three, and tossed them into the ocean. He turned to walk back to the castle.

As he reached the castle he felt a prick of pain on his fleshly cheek. He knew it was Myouga and let him have some more before pulling him off. It was about the time of sunset when Inutaisho reached the castle which his ancestors had built. It is an empire to last thousands of years. He didn't know much of his past, nothing was told of his mother, only at times when his father thought it important to mention the mysterious woman.
"Tasting as well as ever, my liege," Myouga smiled and sat on the palm of Inutaisho's hand.
"Myouga, there have been three more today. The bodies seem to be mutilated about six hours before I begin my patrol."
Myouga smiled, "How do you know that?"
"Wisdom."

AROUND THE TIME WHEN THE SUN WAS AT IT'S HIGHEST, HEATING THE OCEAN AND EVAPORATING the morning's dew, Inutaisho stood with two soldiers, guarded by the forest foliage, waiting for the murderers to show themselves with their prey of inu-youkai.
After about an hour the slaughterers came, they brought about three unconscious peasants with them over the shoulder of a large man it seemed. As Inutaisho looked there was about six total bandits. There were three large cats, the heads and bodies of cats who had no spells to give the body of a man or woman. The other three had the charms to give them the body of a man or woman.
The one who had taken the form of a man, whom also carried the peasants, was a large youkai. His body was composed equally of fat and muscle, making him slow but with a graceful pace. His hair was curly and brown, with bits of dust and ash mixed in. He wore a rich man's kimono, equally with dust and likely stolen by the mixed scents.
A female youkai, who was close beside him was much smaller about the waist, but tall. She had an arrogant demeanor about her, walking slow with her chin in the air and a smile plastered on her face. Her body was enticing, with deep curves and long legs. Her hair was bright vermillion and seemed to jut out of her head. Her eyes were a brown with dark eyelashes and heavy paints on her eyelids. She wore a soldier's armor of blue, equally enticing as it was bent to her curves.
The last was a short female youkai with long reddish brown hair. She was but a mere child in her spell form, with bangs right at her eyebrows. Her kimono was small and gold with red flowers. Inutaisho could smell the incenses and spells she carried in a pouch close at her side. They stopped at the border of the North and the West where the Great Gorge lay.
The vermillion haired youkai held her hand out. A beacon of fire was evoked as her palm lay before the sun. She threw it over the great gorge and was answered when block of ice was thrown at her. Inutaisho watched with fascination as two more youkai jumped from the Great Gorge to where the youkai stood. A woman and man appeared before the group. The female had long silver hair and wore a light blue and silver kimono. Her sash was white. The female youkai's eyes were a light blue and her skin was pale and smooth. The male youkai looked like her, possibly a father or brother. He was slightly bigger and had colder eyes than the female.
They spoke fervently with the others. Their speech was old and of the North where the great Ryuukossei lived and ruled. Most of the speech was mixed jargon of seeing if the lord of the land was at his kingdom. It came in bits of pieces to the young lord and soldiers, whom were ideally secluded behind the foliage.

"…at least see him…?" the silver-haired male asked. By his command and kimono he was obviously the leader.

"No…peasants were…soldiers…the castle…"

"Tonight…kill?"

"Yes."

Inutaisho signaled his two soldiers to hold off and wait until the youkai left the perimeter. He weighted the words he heard that were familiar to him. So it was tonight that the youkai would strike his castle, kill everything his father worked for before Inutaisho could make the kingdom what he sought it to become.

It was evening when Inutaisho and the two other canines made sight of the castle. The atmosphere was warm, with the promise of spring at hand but the labor of winter still alive and thriving. The snow was gone from the ground and branches. Inutaisho flexed under his armor and tightened his bow. His hair had come undone from the trek through the forest foliage and from the bitter wind, thrusting the last remnants winter into his face. He barely felt it from the hardness of his skin. His coal black eyebrows were out of place and his bangs whipped at his bronze eyes. He began to sweat under the armor and smelt it as he moved the armor on his arms.

Peasants preformed a kowtow as he passed by the outskirts of the West. Their countenance was plain and gave the hint of insincerity and obligation. He was unclean and tired. Worn out by the day long journey back, he stumbled over bushes and shrubs as he walked towards his castle. When he had reached the castle, he dismissed the wolf soldiers as he headed up the steps of the castle. He walked to his father's room only five buildings away from where he slept. He entered the chamber where he decapitated his father. The power he inherited through the blood pulsed inside him as the aromas of his death and his coagulated blood could still be smelt and was palpable throughout the room.

Author's Note:

Egad... this is really bad grammar and not enough detail... later in the week I'm going to go through and put in more detail... check the Changes Throughout Legacy page to know when...