Hangin' Around [Open]

[crystal]

Wondering deep in the forest, she watched as the trees, sprouting out of the ground with great excitement years ago, now hung limp, and ready for dying out, yet held a spark only they could possess to want to keep to life all the same. Her trail stopped near a huge tree, yet ordinary as all the rest, just dying in its own way, and she scaled it, wondering to the top and sitting upon the branch to watch the world around her. For a while, nothing major happened, all was quiet within the forest.
Night was beginning to cast its eerie glow upon the land, as an owl flew over her head, landing within a hollowed place in the tree, few leaves still choosing to cling onto the plant. She cared little, and listened to the rhythmic chirping of the crickets. Soothing, it held its spell, trying to cast others asleep, while attracting its own kind towards it, though for her only added music to the dead place. Another dark creature flew, zipping in the night air off, as an eerie sound, nothing unlike a common animal, drove into her ears. She only wondered for a moment what the animal was that made it.
The night sky held its own touch, the moon showing but with a fuzzy tint, as if coming through a bad reception, with little to no stars showing in the sky. A small cloud hovered under the moon, and if one were to have an imagination, maybe they, too, would see the skeleton head that formed within the shape of the clouds, the eyes of it staring down at her.

[inyawolf]

Inya wandered aimlessly through the forest. She felt peaceful here and perhaps, in this forest of Inuyasha, she could find a haven against all the humans that wanted to kill her and all the demons that would slaughter her. Such as the fate of a half demon. She had never been around this part of the world before and slowly, she took in notice of how sad the trees seemed, as if they weeped over a tale of love and betrayal. The half demon female scanned the forest and saw another, a demon. She was silent to duck behind a tree and hope she had not been seen. She clenched her fist and tensed. After many encounters with a demon, Inya has learned the hard way she was accepted by anyone. Though, she had heard remors of a small group that consisted of the oddest sorts. There was a lecherous monk, a yokai taijiya, or demon slayer, yet her comapnion as a two tailed cat. There was a young priestess in this group, but from what Inya had picked up, she was kind and loving toward almost everyone. In fact, she cared for a demon fox kit. Though, there was one member of this group, she hoped to meet. He was an inu hanyou, as she was ookami hanyou. She was certain he would be able to understand her pain and wished to see him.

As she ducked behind a tree however, she was not so certain she would be able to face them. She was kind and sweet, but she was also a good fighter. Tucking her tail over one lug, the ookami rose and approached the demon. She was an inu youkai, a dog demon, was most liely she had picked up her scent. Slowly, she approached the tree. Despite her lineage, she looked more full demon than not. Only her swcent gave her away. She had the scent of both demons and humans. Looking up wistfully at the tree, she tensed and then bounded up onto a branch. As she was watching, she was the tree was marred with a scar from long ago. Inya did not know the story of the preistress Kikyo, nor of Inuyasha, and had she, she would not have carrassed the mark with such kindness. If she knew someone like herself had once been pinned for fifty years to this tree, she would have never cone near it.

As she looked up and jumped as she swore as saw a skull forming in the air. The ookami hanyou squished herself against the tree and decided to hide. She knew if she were to show herself, the results would be dire. Not only would she be scorn for her lineage of human and demon, but for her weakness. She was strong, but she preferred not to fight back. Hopefully, she would not need to her tonight.

[crystal]

[OOC: She's a cat demon on these forums. A lot's been modified for this forum. She never had a bad history with humans, in fact.]
She had spotted the other one, the demon crossed with the blood of a human. She reflected briefly upon her past, a past that taught her nothing of happiness, and everything of terror, and how the real world seemed to work. Looking away from the other, who also seemed to be of little interest towards her being, and seemed to hold no bad aura announcing that an attack would soon be made, she focused on the thought.
She could see her father now, attacking her mother once more of her mother's last day of life. She sparks flared in their eyes, and attacks grew more and more violent, the house was turning to ruins in its own self. She hid silently behind a couch, wanting to disappear from the world around her, still there to suffer the moment. Her mother tried her best, she put up a terrific fight, and yet she fell at her mate's feet, dead as the night air around them.
A finger rose into the air, swirling around as the wind picked up, swirling around the. The air was cold, chilly to the tough, coupled with the rain. It lightly pelted the earth, and she retracted closer to herself. Her eyes were glazed over, a deep frown over her face, as she lay, emotionless, uncaring, watching the rain as it coated her body. She wrapped her arms around the bark, and readied herself.
Feet fell upon the ground, landing with a solid 'thud', and she walked away from them, to another tree yet again, leaning against the trunk she stood. She turned once more, a cautious eye held upon the other, almost warning, and yet not at all, should the other want to start anything.
She could fight right now, and put up a tough battle to the end, and yet she would not, if the other wouldn't. She wasn't a fighter, in fact fighting is a barbaric sport to her, in her own beliefs, and yet she wasn't afraid to hold her own, and will easily do so. She wasn't an emo that wanted an end, she didn't care if she had one or not. Life came and it went, and if she lived another day, she lived another day, yet she didn't pray to see tomorrow, nor did she to die. She cared not, it was of no importance to her.