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Chapter 21: Favorable Conditions

Ororo walked alongside the Inu Lord under the gaze of the bright afternoon sun in silence toward the little village that lay in the projected pathway of trouble. Her shimmery dress was hiked and pinned to her sides so it would not drag the forest floor. Her headdress shined in the bright ways of the afternoon sun. Her sandaled feet were nearly quiet against the dirt floor as the pair walked through the alcove of shaded trees and woods leading towards a source of news to visit that the General shared before their departure. Since this village lay on the lands of another Lord's territory, they had to be very careful as to not stir up growing tensions that were simmering like a pot of hot soup.

Ororo walked with her head held high, feeling quite pleased after their early exit from their previous meeting with the other Lords and their parties. Her body tingled from the excitement. Her eyes darted to the strong Lord, thrilled by the way in which Lord Sesshomaru handled the others. Ororo had learned much from the meeting including having met the Mother Queen Lady Inukimi that birthed the Inu King walking a mere few steps in front of her. She looked forward noticing how stiff said king was in his walk to the rural village. The light bounced off the silver color of his high ponytail. The long tendrils dangling behind him as he stayed the course. His aura flared probably from agitation of having to sit through the nonsense and be questioned by that coward of a lord. She knew the lean muscle underneath all of that infuriating black silk Sesshomaru wore could use a gentle touch. Ororo couldn't deny the attraction she felt boiling in her blood for the demon walking ahead of her in silence. She did not bother to speed up to his side but rather enjoyed watching him walk in front; leading her to Rah-knows-where. His energy was alive and heavy upon the surrounding area warning all who come close of an immediate death that would come upon them while he was in his precarious mood.

This ignited her desire to put it quite simply. Too much in fact. Now she was forced to walk behind him just so that he wouldn't smell her obvious excitement. She contemplated the idea that he could still very much be her enemy. But that didn't stick as she knew with every fiber in her body that he was honorable and trustworthy. Ororo looked to the clear cloudless afternoon sky knowing she should calm down before she made a fool of herself. But thinking was always easier than doing. His display back at the meeting had left what little resistance she had shaken. The way he stood firm and resolute on his word inspired her to stand with him. He was like the strongest mountain she had ever seen. Unwavering and forever standing.

Her body wanting to be offered right then and there. Her body was hot and not just from the sun. A pulse that had her squeezing her thighs together was proving to be a problem. The idea of him taking her in front of everyone while in his apex of power brought sensations she hadn't felt since her introduction into womanhood during her adolescent years at the temple of Hathor. She took in big cleansing breaths while trying to make as little noise as possible in hopes of going undetected by his sensitive hearing and nose that would tell him of her current disposition. Just looking at the way his deadly sharp claws shined in the sunlight, made her remember the sensations of those same clawed fingers running down her bare hips like before. She shook her head and knew she needed to get away at least for a while to regain her composure.

Ororo wasn't a child. She knew very well she desired this demon and even cared so much as to stand with him through his trials. She had never been one to dream or fantasize about love or romance, but she knew what she was feeling. Yes, she desired him physically. He was attractive on all fronts. His build. His mind. His drive. Her intrigue for him had turned into desire. Her desire was now leading her down a new path she was frightened to follow. She was a woman who enjoyed passion and pleasures of the flesh but...the hope for something more was growing in her chest for this demon was dangerous. Her mind took her back to the many times she sat for hours with him alone in his study. His presence gave her peace and security. She could sleep in his company and need not worry about harm from anyone. His strength was profound. His actions were thoughtful and precise. Ororo found it rather enjoyable to hear his silence and how she hung on the very few words he did speak. And now witnessing him lay his terms so bare while standing unflinching in front of the others made her want him even more. His words captivated her, his mind fascinated her, and his strength...she relished in it. If only he was a man of Egypt in which they could return to her home and be together for eternity. Or maybe she didn't have to...

Ororo took in a deep breath. That route of thinking was dangerous. Instead, she chose to focus on the scenery around her. However, her thoughts soon took her back to the deadly Inu necromancer that posed more questions and enticed more hidden inhibitions than she had answers and conclusions. Her blue eyes scanned the horizons before her as they walked the earth along some imaginary pathway. The land rolled into large hills and lush green pastures of land untouched by the hands of man making her somewhat envious of the breathtaking landscape filled with various florals and dark greenery. The sound of nature's womb sung in an orchestra all around them from the birds to the bugs. The earth in this region she had found to be rich and bountiful with rich dark soil as potent for life as the mineral salt riverbanks of the Nile. The smell of fruit trees nearby caught her attention and she found herself making a slight detour toward the fresh smell.

The massive trees mixed with that of smaller ones indicating that they had reached the beginnings of a thick jungle. The sunlight was blocked above creating a nice reprieve from its setting heated rays upon her warm skin. She walked continuously over fallen branches and in awe of nature's bounty. Mushrooms and moss were everywhere around her. Her aura flared to give the Lord a notice of her detour. Rather he followed her or not mattered very little at the moment as he had took up quite a bit of her thoughts that day. She crossed a small stream leading into a cool creek running languidly through the rocky carved pathway. She bent down and dipped her fingers in the cool water sighing at the sensation of bliss. Upon squatting, her eyes caught something in the forefront of her vision.

Her feet took her to a slight left where she saw tucked underneath a hull were various layers of leaves. The sight of light green orbs dangling from tiny stems could be seen as far as the eye could see. Her cerulean eyes widened in joy to see so many trees bearing what she knew to be a sweet melon fruit that she called shamam but went by another name in this land. Her hands touched a few before settling on one that looked promising. Ororo's hands felt its weight in her hand as she had learned and leaned in to sniff the center for ripeness and taste. She looked at the color finding its darkened texture satisfactory for consumption. Her hands reached out and she gently stroked the skin of one before picking it with firm hands. Ororo held the fruit tightly in her hands before turning to find Sesshomaru taking a seat at the base of tree in the shade. Ororo looked around at other trees looking for another ripe fruit to pick before selecting one of her choice. She turned and made her way over through the canopy of leaves that hung high and around them.

Sesshomaru sat allowing his ears to listen to the sounds around him. The calming sound of the creek nearby lulled him into a peaceful state as he focused on not breathing in the infuriating weather witch's scent. He could smell her foolish attempts to hide her lust from him as they walked from Matsu to their next detitanation. Her sweet decadent call rivaled the very fruit hanging around them in the forest. He was an Inu and his nose and hearing was unmatched by any species save for the wolves. He could hear the soft barely audible sounds of gentle sighs come from Ororo as she walked behind him. The light sounds sending his mind onto other thoughts as they walked together in silence. And then at some point her aura shifted as if to hide herself from him, as if that would help her.

His eyes watched the glistening gold of her tight gown as she stood before him holding onto her keep and placing it down as if they were the most precious gems in the world. He focused on the sounds around him doing his best to do what he was trying so fiercely to do when they started their journey towards the villages in the pathway of possible destruction. Her desire was warm and tempting since the moment they left the samurai's castle. He compared her now to her show from before. She stood proudly before the various powers of the lands unafraid and uncaring of the results her words would have. Her proclamation was resolute. Her chin was held high in absolute knowledge of what she would do should her desires be crossed and proudly announced her stance to stand by his decisions. Such open proclamations had him desiring her supple body along with something else he had not considered.

He watched her carefully strip her body of the golden sheer shawl that draped over her revealing her arms and cleavage. She unraveled the ties of the dress to free her movement tantalizingly slow, revealing skin that she seemed to be insistent upon showing off to the world. He wondered what she would be like when the winter strolled along with its harsh temperatures whistling through the corridors. Already at night the temperature was beginning to dip and the wind carried a stronger breeze.

Would she continue to lounge around and mock his sensibilities in garments that revealed her body to his gaze?

Would she sit on his throne in her many daring gowns giving out solutions to his people's problems?

Would she walk around his bath house nude and uncaring in front of his gaze as if she owned it again?

All these questions would of course be answered in the future as winter wouldn't be too long now. But, would she still be around after her foe was dispatched? Ororo stated blatantly and had proved rather committed to her people's protection and prosperity. Regardless of her many other duties and projects she had taken upon herself, she still held true to her original cause.

But what would she do when their enemies have been defeated?

But a more pressing matter came to his mind.

Why did it irk him and rile his beast to think of her leaving at all?

Sesshomaru considered the meaning behind such reactions, and he found only a few that he knew of. He gathered as much that he showed some level of affection for the Queen. He wanted to rut with her but he found that to be too below her station. He wanted to give her the rights and privileges of that of an Alpha female in his clan. He wanted to see his mark embedded in the thigh of her supple skin only for him to see. But even this didn't satisfy him. He knew he wanted to see her hold the mark of the Western Inu Clan proudly on forehead for the world to know that she belonged to the West as much as she did the Great Pyramid Empire. The more he conversed and spent time around her, he found himself wishing to selfishly keep her to himself. Having her walk about showing so much skin to others made his claws extend more times than he could count especially when she held court. Seeing her wielding his power and running the castle affairs made him want to grab her and take her to his quarters where he would negotiate properly a new deal. Then catching the quiet moments where she nurtured Rin as if she was her own made him want her even more but round with his pups. Even now he could picture her carrying his daughters and sons while casually walking around his lands on strolls. This enticed him.

Ororo folded the shawl cloth gently and placed it down next to him. She removed her many bangles and rings from her hands and sat them down as well. She took the bottom of her large cotton white gown and pulled it to the side showing off her lower legs. Ororo tied it in a knot, so it sat at her hips out of the way. Her hands worked to unclamp the bindings that held her hidden weapons to her sides. She had stripped herself of everything as if she had not a care if the world. She took off her sandals and set them too to the side before grabbing the fruit and walking back towards the very small stream with one of her knives in her hands.

Sesshomaru watched this woman move about the world so freely unlike any woman he had ever met. The only beings that he had seen come close to the woman is Rin. Rin walked around bare foot. Rin ran around without a care in the world. Rin talked to everyone and moved everywhere regardless of where demon or man had gone. Rin did these things. Rin moved about and around him as if he was the only thing that mattered in her universe. Rin now moved much like Ororo he had noticed. The child had been nurtured in Ororo's care while he was gone. Now they seemed as if one had come from the other. He couldn't quite shake the resemblance between Ororo and Rin's behavior wise from his mind. The only thing separating them was blood and looks, but if one was blind in the eyes…then they would never know that Rin did not come from Ororo's womb. Ororo now free from the many draperies of expensive gold cloth and colorful jewels, she looked like a mystic creature born from nature's bosom. Her shimmery brown skin was bright from the oil she applied to shield her from the sun's rays, nurture her flesh, and held a golden tone. Her billowy hair fanned behind her natural royal features. She looked ethereal and immortal amongst the greenery of the woods. Sesshomaru watched her almost entranced by her organic movements that appealed very much to his demonic nature.

Ororo took the fruit and dipped them into the cool water to clean them off. Her firm hands held one of the fruits while the other held the knife and began slicing the plump fruit in half. He watched the juice drip onto her hands and run down her fingers back into the stream. A smile graced her lips and she quickly dipped the fruit back into the stream to cleanse it once more. She shook the halves before walking over to the Inu Lord very proud of her findings. She watched his right knee rise up and bend. His wrist went to rest over his knee as he watched her approach with glee.

She sat down gracefully next to him and set her weapon down. She held the fruit out in offering but he held up his hand to decline her offer. Shrugging her slim shoulders, proceeded to slice a melon and eat as she went.

"Your mind has been captured this afternoon." She stated nonchalantly before slicing another piece.

Sesshomaru said nothing but continued to watch her enjoy her fruit. His eyes lingered too long as a droplet of juice dripped and landed on her calf. The other whole melon held between her knees so as not to get dirty. Ororo's topaz eyes glanced upwards at him with a small smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth. She was no fool and knew she had captured his attention from their previous roaming. She was a descendant of the most intuitive and provocative women. Much pride came to her that even the great mighty Lord wasn't completely impervious to her looks. She looked down to the remaining slice of peach in her hand. A stray thought passed through her mind reminding her of her destiny. The feeling of warmth settled in her chest and knowing flushed through her senses.

She was still considered Queen of Egypt despite her passing down the title to her now pregnant sister. She had found out many moon cycles ago that her sister was pregnant. She could feel through the bond they shared and even the brush of the wind that came to deliver the message of joy. However, Rah did not favor them as the rulers of Egypt or their child it seemed. Ororo's eyes trailed down to the center of her chest where the ruling Pharaoh's symbol still rested ready to be passed on to her heir. She still felt the power and knowledge of the throne of many kings and queens inside of her. Such power was supposed to have been passed on to her sister at the coronation ceremony. She did witness the power and rites pass forth to her sister and thus to the king at her side, but the power still flowed in her veins. This she was sure they knew and wondered their reactions to this.

"And now it is you who is distracted."

Ororo blinked and looked upwards from her chest and hands. His golden eyes stared into hers with a knowing gaze in which she could not hide herself from. She slowly ate the last bit of her melon, throwing the shell away into the distance. For some reason swallowing was now more difficult than ever. "You distract me often it seems." She stated boldly enjoying the occasional rattle of his defenses. She watched him neither look away nor shy from her statement. She was shocked to see him lean forward and take the fruit between her knees with his clawed hands. His finger slightly dragged against the inside of her knee upon his departure. Her heart lurched in her chest to see him eye her and use his claws to slice it open. The melon fell into two halves. He took a healthy bite of her melon, savoring the sweet taste upon his tongue.

Her belly quivered at the sound of Sesshomaru's bite. "You said you didn't want any."

"That was before its presentation to me had changed." He spoke nodding to her still somewhat parted legs.

Ororo smirked tugging her legs closed in response. "You should have taken it when it was offered."

She thought she heard him scoff. Ororo smiled seeing a glint he had to his eyes as he swallowed his piece and threw the shell away from one half. "I did". He responded holding the remaining melon in the other hand.

Ororo moved her body closer to his watching him as he simply sat staring back at her. Heat bloomed in her chest and down into her core. She crawled to his side with her torso aligning to his side. The fruit having now been abandoned for a new treat. His earthy scent filled her as she looked into his eyes and moved her hands to the front of his hirori. They were merely breaths apart now. His golden eyes seemed to glow in the cool shade of the trees. Never had she wanted a man as badly as she wanted this one. Even his banter was enough to leave her wanting. She moved her mouth to say something callous when she froze. His soft, thin lips were on hers faster than she could comprehend. The texture registered of his kissing appendages as well as the sound of the other half of the melon dropping from his hands onto the earth. The sweet taste of the fruit coated his lips and tongue, pulling her into ecstasy.

Her eyes fluttered closed, and she covered the rest of the distance hungrily lifting her free fingers to the nape of his neck to reach him. Sesshomaru quickly unlatched his swords and moved them to his side while remaining attached to her lips. Once finished, his clawed hands grabbed at her waist and the other underneath her thigh to pull her to him. She sat now straddling his lap pushing closer to his body. His clawed hands trailed hungrily down her sides and up again. She kissed at his lips and allowed his tongue to dance with hers. An open invitation for him to plunder. Ororo clinched her thighs around him feeling the proof of his desire for her pushing proudly against the confines of their clothes. The cold armor and leather he wore around him for protection was a challenge as she struggled to get closer to feel his chest against hers. A rough groan came from her lips as she grinded against him wanting so bad for him to just take her and be done with it. The reasoning for her desire to wait was practically on the tethers of threads.

Sesshomaru's breath came out in a pant at feeling her rub against him brazenly. Her scent of arousal was heavy and coated his tongue. She desired him unabashedly. Her skin was warm from the rays and smooth from her oils. The heat beyond the thin layer covering her entrance could be felt through his silk royal hakamas. His hands roamed and shifted her dress upwards around her hips. Their lips collided and he brought his clawed hands to her clothed rear and grabbed her with firm hands before squeezing and pushing her closer to his covered shaft. Her scent grew heady. The oils, her natural scent, and the fruit mingled with that of her arousal calling to him like a siren. Her taste was sweet from the juice of the fruit. A loud cry came from her lips unlike any of what he had heard before even from his previous lovers.

Sesshomaru investigated the sounds she made. Her vocals were exercised in every pursuit it seemed. Not just for declarations of what she would do but that she would also follow him not just as an ally but as a lover over the cliff of desire. He explored the various notes that came from a kiss to the under-skin of her earlobe, a bite to her bottom lip, his hands brushing underneath the swell of her breasts, and the rotation of her hips upon him. He had found before that the Queen before him was a passionate and audible lover unafraid to voice her passions and thrills to the world. Women were taught to be silent lovers and to endure instead of the give and take the way the ebony queen did.

"R-remove this." She brokenly commanded rubbing along the smooth armor and leather that bothered her. Her lips dragged across his while staring at him in the eyes. Her fingers pulling at the offending chords and latches of his armor.

Sesshomaru could feel her legs shift to wrap around closer if possible and he moved so that her legs would not be crushed between his back and the bark of the tree trunk behind him. Sesshomaru ran his hands down her curvy thighs and pulled away to look at how uncharacteristically out of sorts she was. He smirked at the spicy scent of her arousal assaulting his senses without her trying to hold back or manipulate the wind to carry it away. Her demand rang in his ears, yet he made no move to oblige her. His hold on her tightened as he felt her fingers glide over his sensitive markings on his face. He kissed her skin that tasted like the sweetest of honey with nectar from some flower he couldn't place. Her fragrances mixing with the powerful force of her arousal was tantalizing.

Ororo was withering like an unseasoned concubine on top of him and her body just begged to be free and touched. Her hand came up and pulled off her heavy pure gold headdress completely and tossed it to the side. She damned her sensibilities to entertain his desires in a more appropriate and theatrical manner, but she wasn't sure she could fight him or her desire off this time. He could ask anything of her in that moment and she would supply it as long as he kept touching her and promising to end the cruelty that was her growing arousal. She could feel her tear ducts moistening from the torture of having a body lit on fire from the inside…out. Her skin was hot and she wanted so desperately to peel off her dress and give him what they wanted. Ororo felt undeniable pressure that needed to be sated from the small friction she managed to find between her pelvis and the swollen appendage hidden in his pants. She felt his lips attack the side of her jugular and a moan escaped her after hearing the vibrational sound coming from him.

Sesshomaru felt her hand take one of his and move it down the side of her stomach and then over her chest. She held his hand to her breasts leading him to cup her through the soft cotton of her gown. Her back arched at the contact and his name escaped between her lips in a breathless moan. His lips found hers again while both his hands moved all over her body…groping, sliding, rubbing, fondling and damning to hell the layers of fabric that seemed to separate them. Somehow, they managed to bury in her snowy white tresses before repeating their previous pathway. Her heated core bucked towards him causing him to nip her hard on the juncture between her shoulder and her neck.

"Sess-" She moaned as her fingers glided down between them and pressed to her core. Her breath hitched catching his attention.

Sesshomaru's eyes trailed down her body to see her fingers rub herself through the thin cloth that covered her sex. His pants were now restraints watching her move the hem of her dress and shift out of the way to make direct contact. His eyes widened seeing her boldly touch herself in ways that only the women trained in pleasure would. He watched with a heated gaze as she inserted a finger into herself. The digit going beyond the cloth that covered her entrance. His hand came down and followed the path she blazed before him. His fingers brushed against her wet core feeling it quiver under his touch. Curiously he slid his index finger through her slick folds that were there ready to swallow him whole inside. Sesshomaru didn't linger but just teased her. He lightly grabbed her hand to stop her and to hold her hand upwards. Her eyes parted to see pink dilated orbs heavy with lust and desire gaze back into her own. She watched him bring her coated finger covered in her juices to his lips before it disappeared in his mouth.

Ororo's head tilted to the side as a new level of desire flooded her from the sight. She felt his hot tongue wrap around her finger and pull. Never had a man or demon took such liberties the way this one did. He suckled her finger and pressed her down further on his arousal before she pulled back her finger and met his lips hungrily again wanting to just be devoured now. She moved against him feeling his member through his fabric. Her desire skyrocketing as she sought his lips and desired for them to find other places on her flesh to explore. Their breathing came out labored as they indulged in each other. Their kisses were passionate and heated unlike the other hungry aggressive ones they shared. Ororo reached for the hem of her dress when she felt the spike in his aura release shaking the earth around them.

Sesshomaru held her to him tightly as his nose sniffed and a deadly growl released from deep in his esophagus. The wind blew and suddenly both of them stilled in their motions and pulled away reluctantly. Ororo rested her head against the column of his neck to kiss it gingerly. Her heart beat madly in her chest trying to calm down from her high. Her other hands came up to cup the side of his face as her sensitive body jerked in small spasms from being brought so high without fruition. Her finger glided slowly over the now jagged edges of his markings that graced his face. She moved her nose to nuzzle them. Tears of frustration were now building and growing hate for the souls that dare come near them after their warning. She would kill the bastards herself for the high amount of discomfort they caused. The wind whipped around them fiercely as her eyes turned stark white.

Before she knew it, she was placed behind him protectively and her dress fell from its knot to cover her legs. Both were standing now with the tree at their backs. Ororo quickly fixed herself and flipped her hair back to fall down her back as it were before. She picked up her crown and placed it back onto her head. Rapidly, she picked up her weapons off the stack of items she placed and charged her hands with lightening ready to strike the victims.

Her hands came up as the skies darkened above them showing her rage. Ororo saw Sesshomaru's hands reach for his sword which found its way connected back to his slim hips ready to demolish everything. His eyes were now blood red and this woke her up from her lust. She saw him hesitate as shadows came from the forests ahead of several beings rushing towards them in various sizes. She squinted her eyes to see what looked to be many women and children run briskly towards them. Sesshomaru slid his sword back and Ororo quickly shifted the wind to blow their scents away. The two watched as the group moved with crying children through the forests while mothers hushed them with gentle promises and calming tones. A few elderly and some young men moved with them but at a distance. One boldly stepped forward out of the brush to stand before them.

Ororo's breath hitched to see a young purple colored male oni reveal himself. Her eyes took in the inflamed rough burnt skin of the youth trying his best to look strong but fear reflected deep in his red eyes. His body was covered in scars and he looked battered. A useless sword rested at his side that looked as menacing as Rin's flower crowns. His yellow Mohawk was singed and he looked weary and tired. Ororo saw beyond him an older female waited in the back sharing resemblance.

"L-lord S-Sessh-omaru." He croaked out as he respectfully bowed his head with a hiss showing red angry sores on the back of his neck.

Ororo quickly walked forward pass the Inu and reached out to touch the boy. A hiss was heard from the shadows but she paid it no mind. Her blue eyes widened as she turned him around forcefully and saw his entire back was bare showing bleeding flesh of muscle and bone. Black charred skin stuck up while puss filled corners dripped from his giant wound that was left bare to the elements without healing. She looked at it and hovered her hand above the distressed wound. Her heart beat louder now but for the horror she was seeing on the young male. She looked at it and paused in anger.

"Holy energy." She muttered looking out through the thick jungle like trees of the forest. She could see the bruises, the limps, and the fear among them. She could feel their sorrow thick and harsh like a cloud of smoke suffocating the forest. Her eyes grew wide, and she turned the lad around to face her tall statuesque form. "Who did this?"

The young oni demon stuttered before he was able to speak. "The humans. T-they just showed up and attacked our village."

Ororo frowned before understanding fell upon her. "Possession." She looked back at Sesshomaru wondering if he understood what must have happened.

Sesshomaru put his sword back to hips and walked over to the young Oni. "Boy, what is the name of your village and when did this happen?"

The oni muttered but nothing came out. Suddenly the older female oni that watched from the barrier of the trees marched forward. Her feet beat across the dirt propelling her forward to get to the younger one. Her lavender scorched arms could be seen before she even broke through the trees and came towards them. Her long black hair was tangled…matted…and held dirt in it. Parts of her as well were injured yet her eyes were fierce as she walked next to young male and placed her hand gently on his arm for support and protection. "Our village was called Nara." She answered standing alongside the young boy who tried his best to stand straighter next to her.

Ororo could see the resemblance and knew this was nothing more than a man-child before her. "Was?" She asked. Her face frowned before she heard Sesshomaru come closer. She looked to him to see what he would make of it when he handed her things to her. She quickly took them and began dressing knowing he wanted to leave. Her eyes looked up to see the people that were moving through had stopped and came closer to them. Children cried and some pulled away from the ones holding them wanting to go back.

"Yes, there is nothing left of it now." The oni woman stated with sadness in her tone. She swallowed thickly before providing more information. "Some humans came in the night and attacked us. But, these weren't ordinary humans." She spat disgusted at what she was uttering. "Men and women of the cloth came claiming we attacked their villages and took their resources." Her body was shaking now as the young male held her infuriated form. "Mad they were! They even killed themselves for some cause they shouted about." She shook not from sadness or fear but from fiery rage.

Another female demon holding an infant with scarring down her back as well stepped forward. Her eyes were puffy and swollen from tears that had long stopped falling but left morose salty trails down her yellow-colored cheeks. "P-please my Lord. I beg of you! L-let us seek refuge on your lands!"

Whispering came around them through the tree line as others whispered or chimed in their requests. Ororo thought of the consequences of having the people in their village. They were already touched with rage and thus wouldn't be difficult to manipulate through dark magic thus putting the people at risk. Also, word of this was bound to reach the demon kings and this would no doubt fuel their desires for war against the humans. Not to mention this would cost resources to house, feed, and heal these people of their injuries. The people of his kingdom will grow curious and this could be hellish if fears were introduced to his people. If they left them here on their own then she wasn't sure what would become of them. They weren't Sesshomaru's people so maybe it was best if they sought help from their own Lord. She looked to the Inu King knowing this decision rested in his hands. Either way, it was unfortunate.

"Journey to Matsue." He spoke making her eyes widen in wonder at his decision. Sesshomaru looked towards the direction of where they were to go. "There you will find your Lords and the others. We will do what we can to assist you." He stated stoically.

Ororo bent down and laid her hands on the dirt. She spoke foreign words to it before moving her hand. What looked like an emerald stone shined embedded in the earth where it wasn't before. Her fingers picked it up and she handed it to the young man. "Please give this to Master Samurai Asahi and tell him to place this on a large blank parchment." She stated clearly. "He will receive answers and information if this is done correctly." Ororo stepped and pointed to the direction from which they came. "The wind will guide you." She stated quickly wanting to see for herself what the monks have done.

"Thank you!" The woman cried as she walked forward holding her infant close to her. The group moved on and the boy and woman bowed out of respect.

"Your fellow kings will use this against us as well as a means to start their conquest." She stated once they were out of sight. Her previous heated passions forgotten as she watched the people disappear out of sight.

He noticed her use of the pronoun "us" and he glanced down at her noting her strong stance. Sesshomaru said nothing but instead reached for her and tucked her to him. Her feet lifted off the earth before he took off towards the village Nara.

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