Full Moon Run
It was full moon again. The sky was clear, cloudless, the wind was blowing gently, carrying all sorts of scents. He left the safety of his small house and straightened his back as he stood in a ray of moonlight, letting the air caress his skin. He felt like a man awaking from a deep slumber.
He sighed deeply and looked up to the sky. Its eternal beauty captured his attention for a long while, but then he heard an echo of a distant howl and focused on the song of a canine lost somewhere in the woods. It made him shiver and his instincts told him to run and be vigilant for a predator was near.
He ignored his instincts - he knew the canine howling and was sure that he wouldn't come after him. The other was merely celebrating the full moon like he was going to - enjoying a run in the forest. Judging from the happy notes in the howl he wasn't alone and this knowledge made the listener smiling warmly.
"Boy? Do you hear something?" he heard his mother's sleepy voice and a moment later she stood beside him.
"Yes, Ma. Tomorrow we will have guests. Inuyasha's howling," he replied in his slow, calm manner. The woman gave a nod and looked at the moon.
"Be careful," she warned him before going inside. She knew her son well and knew there was no way he would stay at home tonight, not with the full moon basking everything in its light. He hummed and then started to walk away from the hut, between his fields. Soon he was beyond the borders of his farm, near to the forest. With a sudden cry of joy he jumped up and as he came down he started to run.
Shadows of the forest were dancing around him, wild scents of animals and plants filling his nose while all kinds of sounds could be heard in the woods. He felt his heart pump his blood with faster pace. Always slow and careful - tonight he was fast and wild. He was prancing around small meadows, jumping over streams and fallen trees. He felt free, awake, wild. Swift as wind he was running through the dark and light landscape, enjoying the moon's rays and the hum of his youki within him. The dirt was soft under his feet, branches swaying as he ran past them.
He was a healer, shy and quiet, afraid of harming someone by an accident because of his huge body and strength, but tonight, while running, he could let go of his fears and worries, of his insecurities. He was still careful not to damage any plant and unwilling to cross paths with a stranger. He was relying purely on his senses and the youki flowing through his blood, basking in the pure joy of running through the forest. Tonight, as long as the full moon was over his head, he was free, he was not a filthy half-breed, he was no freak. He was what he was supposed to be - himself.