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Post by rin on Oct 20, 2003 20:47:11 GMT -5
The autumn rain had agian come to devour anything in it's path, leaving only a flood of memories. The light from the sun's sign had once agian faded down, dissappearing underneath the crowded pale blue mountains. Only so the moon could leave it's path inside the black sky, and the gray tears from the bitter rain. Standing there, and waiting, she let the wind's angry force push aginst her, as her black hair covered her face. Her eyes seemed to glare at all the nature's calm and violent ways. Her baggy open orange dimond pattern kimono was flapping around, as with her matching hakama, she was gripping two twin blades with both dried and wet blood placed upon them, dripping to the watery ground. With a determined and vengeful look on her face, she narrowed her already slanted eyes. Staring up at the beautiful forest and fantasy-like world around her, she clenched her grip around her weapon tightly, then walked out of natures view.
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Post by strawberrymew on Oct 30, 2003 16:23:50 GMT -5
[XDD i will try posting here, ehehe, and yes, ; I liiive.] Inside a small building, which was only made of straw, stood and shook under the violent sky bringing violent rain and wind towards it. The woman who lived there, Kagura, had been lonely for years. She sat by the door, waiting for her guest to arrive. She wore a blue kimono that was half-cut, down to her knees, it was loose, and so was her bun. Her hair was tied in a bun and some of her black hair fell whenever she moved. She was so lonely- this was the first time in years she'd have a guest. Suddenly, she heard running stepping towards her, ' could it be?' Kagura had always worried about people attacking her house, but just in case it wasn't her guest, she grabbed her two gigantic light blue fans with painted red clouds and blades at the ends with her and held it in fighting position. A woman--or rather, a girl fell inside and Kagura fell to a normal position, "Got out of that big mess out side, huh?" Her eyes pleased that her guest got there in time. The girl looked up, "Kagura, please." She stood up and dusted herself off, the girl wore a green skirt with a [white] tight spaghetti strap shirt and a capeto cover it all, her boots were small, with tiny heels, across her chest was a huge strap and on her back was a dozen-or maybe more arrows, she held her bow in her hand, it was tied with a few ribbons. She got up and dusted herself off, "Kagura, you still remember me, ne?" She smiled. Kagura returned her kind look, "Yes.. Kagome." Kagome smiled. "Your happy now, what has been going on?" Kagura looked confused. Kagome smiled and blushed, "I met a man.. Kagura.. he's wonderful." Kagura smiled, "I'm glad to hear you finally found love." Kagura stopped talking and signaled Kagome to stop as well. They head footsteps come towards them, Kagura picked up her fan and got into position, "Hold on, Kagome.."
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Post by Sadi on Oct 30, 2003 20:14:59 GMT -5
There stood a slender-framed man, an eternal abyss about him. Once proud, arrogant and rather cold hearted, he now found himself craving some sort of companionship...Heh, even if it was his 'dearest' half-brother...
It had been nearly ten years, since that fateful day. The day in which the InuYasha-tachi, the ookamis, the miko, their foe's own spawn and himself had fought against Naraku. The miko had saved his life many times throughout the battle, and it was they two who struck the finishing blow.
That really came as no surprise, however - the part about the preistess saving him, that is. They had been traveling together for nearly a year before the battle, and, in all their strangeness, had grown as close as they in their twisted ways could. And now, being seperated from both her and his beloved Rin for a decade now, made his heart yearn more than ever.
But, it seemed, he was forever trapped in this strange place he was, this strange place Naraku had sucked him into in a defeated defiance. He had his suspicions, for sometimes the walls of his confinement chose to glow a faint, glassy purple, but it was usually sheer darkness in which he resided.
Little did he know that a now-purified little jewel was in the hands of a certain miko right that instant, and thus, he was too...
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Post by ChibiSesshoumaru on Oct 31, 2003 16:24:32 GMT -5
Kouga glared defiantly at the sky, lying on his back in the grass,his quick temper flashing; how could it be so bright and cheery out when he was so unhappy?
He growled, baring a fang. Things had gotten better. Naraku was destroyed, his pack's numbers were now almost completely recovered, their land had almsot been taken from them but they were now back. But was that enough? The Wind Sorceress still lived, he had left her alone for these past ten years. Was that what was bothering him? That he had let go the oath of revenge he had made almost 11 years ago?
With a small 'keh' he stood up and walked away.
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Post by Kanna on Nov 3, 2003 20:01:08 GMT -5
It had been ten years since that fateful day, the day of the final battle between Naraku and the protectors of the Shikon no Tama.
"Ten years..." A feminine voice said quietly as she made her way down a dirt path. Long reddish brown hair flowed in the wind as mature seagreen eyes gazed ahead.
What had caused her to think about this anyways? Glancing to her right, then to her left, the human-looking figure smiled at the grey-ish wolves that pranced around her.
Was it her pack members? Her mind asked as she let out a laugh when a cub ran around her feet.
No.
Was it the enviornment maybe? She was back down from the North again; However... This time not to bother Kouga to help with the problems between the wolf tribes.
She had somehow managed to settle the pack leaders down after her grandfather's death. Looking up at the sky, Ayame's serious expression reappeared.
It was almost as if her grandfather's death was a blessing in disguise. Considering a few days after the final battle, which she had some part in even though it wasn't a main one, her grandfather had passed away. Because of his death, Ayame had to rush back up north with her few remaining pack members and assume control of the wolves petty arguements.
But that was ten years ago, and Ayame had long since then matured physically and mentally. She wasn't so hot tempered as before, since she had to have more patience, and her demonic features revealed how she was a mature female youkai. Or some crap like that.
Looking back down at the cub, who was now playing with the other cubs, Ayame stopped as she sniffed the air. "Is this where we're supposed to be??"
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Post by Kanna on Nov 4, 2003 0:16:18 GMT -5
For she had asked this question out loud, allowing the wind to take her words away. Glancing from side to side, Ayame raised an eyebrow as she brought a hand up to her chin in thought, "I'm sure that Kaonamaru-sama had said we were supposed to meet someone here."
Lifting her head up again, she sniffed the air a few times, "He's going to be in deep trouble if he lied just to cause havoc." Ayame said darkly as she took a few steps forward, her hair and clothing swaying behind her in the gentle breeze.
"It took me forever to convince the other elders to be able to trust in me alone; and if Kaonamaru-sama is doing anything to jeaprodize this..." She growled, punching her fist into her hand to vent out some frustration. There were two things she HATED.
One: Being lied to.
Two: Being made a fool of.
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Post by rin on Nov 4, 2003 15:34:22 GMT -5
She had been walking for hours it seemd, with no rest or break at all. Everything was not as great as it had used to be when she was young. Now that she was older she could understand what life really ment. Ever sence her family died and she had gotten lost some day when with her Lord, she knew nothing wasn no longer fun. But she had gotten found, not knowing that the one who was then using her, was Naraku. Being raised with that evil man, who had finally gotten killed, Naraku some how transfered his hatred into Rin which left her very revengeful.
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Post by Sadi on Nov 4, 2003 18:54:20 GMT -5
Lithe form swaying wantonly to the cadence of nature's rhythmic flow, a deft hand raised to free his inky, obsidian strands from their pure white binding. Orbs of azure peered out from beneath wind-tussled bangs, their usually glassy surface now aswirl with moody shades of color.
Miroku stood staring down at the rotting tree stump before him, his reflection on the filmy water top. He had changed much since those days long gone; still very much attractive, yes, but more of a mature handsomeness than a boyish appeal.
On that fateful day, his curse had been lifted. Leave it to Naraku, however, to have thought of everything and cursed him even through death. While not fearing that one day the hole in his right hand would consume him, he was still presented with a problem of a hole. A never-widening hole, yes, but an gaping abyss nonetheless.
It had been why he had left.
Many, many, many moons before Naraku's defeat, he had proposed the the taijiya Sango...She had, of course, accepted. They were only to be wed once her revenge was extracted and his hand fixed. But his hand had never fully repaired, and not being able to bare being alongside her and not being able to have her, for he still felt like his end of the deal was left uncomplete, despite her persuasion to forget it all, he had fled.
Sango must hate him for it...
But oh how he loved her...
Every feature of her, down to the miniscule detail, such as the delightful way her lips curved upwards when she was happy, or how her eyebrows slanted and twitched when she was anything but, was carefully imprinted and finely engraved into his mind.
It was long past an obsession; he literally ate, drank, dreamt and breathed her essence, day in and day out. Everything he did revolved around what he would do if she were there; and, as amazing as it seemed, he had long since given up groping and womanizing.
In fact, right at this moment, he was on a quest, in pursuit of the ideal that he may one day return to her...A dark scowl flitted across his features: that is, if she were not taken by some more deserving man. He now looked worried and fretful; she wouldn't do that though, would she?
Sighing, he figured she'd probably long since hooked up with that annoying little twit...What was his name? Ahh, yes, Kuranosuke. Oh how he loathed that stuck up count.
Anyway, to get his thoughts back on track, he was currently journeying towards Edo, where he had heard of a miko who could somehow sow or fix his hand. Not natural yes, but hell, it was good enough for him!
Sighing once more, he used the tip of his shakujo to disturb his image in the murky, collected rain water before ghosting off into the forest, unaware the the object of his desires was not too far a way off.
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Post by Kanna on Nov 4, 2003 19:35:14 GMT -5
Giving a sigh, Ayame stretched her arms, while closing her eyes. Her pack members taking this as a sign to just relax, they began to trot around towards the grass and find warm sunny spots. When they were successful, they just laid down and began to take naps.
Ayame, being left alone in the middle of the dirt path, just rolled her eyes when she realized her pack members were sleeping. "Lazy bums..."
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Post by Kanna on Nov 4, 2003 20:11:11 GMT -5
Footsteps could be heard throughout the silent forest. A normal sized figure made it's way through the forest, it's body seeming like it was an apparition.
Everything about this figure, which appeared to be female was white. Her hair, which had a silky look to it as it flowed down her back. The two white flowers that lay atop her head. Her kimono, which reached her ankles even was white, how it stayed such a pure color was beyond comprehension. Even the girl's skin seemed to be white, from afar that is. Up close however, you could see that there was actually some color to her. The only thing that stood out were the dark blackish grey eyes.
At first impression to anyone who might have met her those many years ago, they would instantly say she would be Kanna.
And they'd be correct.
But there was something missing as the nothingness youkai made her way through the forest.
Where had her mirror gone to? And what exactly happened to her after the final battle?
Certainly by the looks of things she had survived. And the question plagued her mind everyday as her eyes just stared blankly at the ground.
Why had she been given the opportunity to live when her 'creator' had died? Was this some way of saying that she was more then nothing?
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Post by Lady Kikyou on Nov 5, 2003 21:14:28 GMT -5
[Here goes a crappy post...>>; ]
'Beautiful...'
Under a half-lit moon and the serene light of a thousand stars, rested a young maiden, her raven hair flowing freely down the huge trunk of the oak tree she was leaning against. "The moon grows prettier every night..." She added in a heart-felt whisper, fluttering her empty eyes closed.
Empty...
A simple word that held so much meaning, especially to said woman, whose brown pools were half open once more. For all her existance, she had felt empty; ripped from love, dragged away from life, cast out from her very soul and trapped in a 'life' of loneliness... No matter how hard she tried, she could never fill in that void...No matter what she did...
...emptiness would remain, clutching tightly to her chest.
One soft sigh was let out, and she popped her eyes fully open again, casting them downwards. She brought a clenched hand up to her lap and spread her smooth fingers, revealing a small, purple glass ball laying safely on her palm. It was weird, but everytime she looked at that jewel, it made her usually uneasy heart soothe ever-so-slightly. It was almost as if she knew that...
...someone she trully cared for in the past was closer to her than what she would believe.
[ <<...where am I getting myself into...? -.-; ]
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Post by Sadi on Nov 5, 2003 21:30:27 GMT -5
Pallid integuement pulled taut 'pon slender, sinewy frame. Tangled masses of silver, orbs of amber peering circumspectly from 'neath win-tusseled bangs. Cogitative deportment annotated a unusually serene being; macrocosm's courier. Lubricious ivories extruded from a flippantly pressed, cadaverously dappled averture. Anomalous visage distorting said lips, macabre warble escaping. Ambrosially zestful combatant, all around.
Filled with anger, rather than adulation, he stood, almost at once flinging himself upon the dull, hazy barrier, constructed long before he had arrived in this hellish nightmare. It was rather like a rounded wall, and the great Lord Sesshoumaru did not take kindly to what dared block his path. But unfortunately for the taiyoukai, the wall did not take kindly to what dared rip it down, and sent him spiraling backwards in a frenzy of electric air.
Sighing softly, he reached out, gently, and found himself not repelled by the wall-like barrier. Confused, he took a step forward and pressed hise nose against it's glassy surface. All at once, he was permitted to see more than lavendar and purple hues; it was almost as if the barrier were rewarding him for learning his lesson.
He saw faint red streaks, melding into twilight blues and grays. It was distorted, but if he squinted hard enough...Ah, yes, his suspicions were now confirmed. The great taiyoukai Sesshoumaru was kept confined within the orb known as the Shikon no Tama. And he deduced that what he was viewing was the outside world.
And for the slightest moment, two liquid cold, seering pools of color flashed 'pon the calm outside surface of the jewel, narrowing in thought.
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Post by Lady Kikyou on Nov 5, 2003 22:31:27 GMT -5
"Hmm...?" Kikyou held the Shikon no Tama closer to her eyes, trying to catch a better glimpse of it.
No, she was not seeing things; the jewel indeed seemed different. Instead of the usual faintly shade of purple, two small slits could easily be spot at its surface, gleaming a horizon-like golden. Their flame was so intense.... so vivid... that she could not help it but remembering about... him.
Those narrow pools of flaming color of his... They were, by far, his most effective way of stablishing communication, although his silence was good enough as well; it did say a lot more than his words ever could, anyway. Oh, and the silences they had shared together... How much had they revealed in those voiceless meetings...?
'What am I thinking...?' She shook her head rather furiously, placing the Tama back on her lap. 'This is no time to think of... him... It has been so many years since we last met... Heh, and no know one even knows where he is...'
The misfortunate miko shut her eyes tightly closed and, as hard she had strived to hold it back, she allowed a single tear to stream down her lifeless cheeks.
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Post by Sadi on Nov 5, 2003 22:57:52 GMT -5
What the...?!
Even he, the proud and mighty (or was that mightily proud?) taiyoukai Lord Sesshoumaru allowed himself to be startled (only because no one else was around) as he saw a familiarly haunting face flash before him at enormous and distorted proportions. In fact, the bizarre way in which she was shown to him was rather laughable, but he soaked up her beauty none the less.
Moving forward at a startling rate, he made as if to leap at the wall and was, once more, reflected. Calling upon his previous successes, he approached with caution and carefully touched the barrier. As expected, nothing happaned, and extremly cautious as he proceeded to strengthen his touch, he found himself beginning to escape his abyssal, void-like prison.
Finding himself stumbling forward in midair, he gently landed on something awfully cushy. Raising his eyes in surprise, and murmuring a soft 'Oro', still believing himself to be alone, he realized, much to his horror, that though he was ecstatic he had escaped, he had landed right on Kikyou's lap.
Oh nuts.
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Post by Lady Kikyou on Nov 12, 2003 20:42:32 GMT -5
'What? It cannot be...' Her earth-brown eyes widened in shock, as something pounded violently inside her chest.
It could not be him... He had disappeared around a decade ago, and absolutely no one had any clue as to where he could possibly be, assuming that he was still alive, of course. However, that was too real not to be true... She could feel his weight against her fragile body, his silver locks brushing softly against her pale sking as a gentle breeze blew past them... No, it definitely was not a dream...
"Se-Sesshou...maru...?" She finally managed to put a few words together, although she was only able to mouth one.
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