Post by kokashimaru on Nov 30, 2007 2:24:38 GMT -5
My name is
I am not
Both are blood thirsty. Like ravenous and starving wolves would attack and kill the first weak thing in sight, I too do the same.
There are two objects inside my chest. Because of them, I seek the power that should never have been released upon this world. Because of them, I was torn from my time twice and pinned to a world that I do not understand.
Yet. There is another power inside me. Residing in my heart, coiled like a snake, appearing weak. Yet not. It's always ready to strike, to spring out upon an unsuspecting victim and take it for it's own. Powered by the jewel fragments, it's hard to fight the beast. Yet I do. I fight the sweet and tormenting thoughts my demon sends to me, fight the pulses that drive me towards my doom.
The shikon no tama is my master, I obey it's wishes. Like a yokai's rotten energy encased in a sword, the jewel has a mind of it's own, and it's tainted my demon. My shards are both tainted, supposedly with one touch of a powerful priestess they can be purified. Perhaps then the bloodthirsty thoughts and urges will stop? My hunger for power will be satiated?
No.
Even if the shards were to be purified, my demon would be lost. I have grown attached to it. I have also grown attached to the power. Like a human would, of course. I am no more deserving of my bloodline than a traitor is someone's love."[/ul][/ul]
Raikou lept through the trees, her thoughts whirling about in her head. She had her katana, Shika, was strapped to her back. Every time she lept into the air it hit against her back, and every time she landed on a tree branch gravity would pull it back and weigh the sword down. Her clothing also weighed her down, but it was light enough that it didn't bother her as much. After jumping over trees, into trees, and running through the branches for as long as she had, the female grew tired of it. In her human form she moved slowly, and leaping through trees was tiring. It was the quickest and easiest way about, however. You did not have to fear bandits or wild animals and most demons didn't bother with (what looked to be) a human leaping through the trees.
After miles of this jumping nonsense, Keiro grew tired and agitated. Reaching Jakunen Crater, Keiro unslung the katana from her back and dropped it to the ground, listening as it made a light thunk when it hit the soft and charred soil. She was far from the actual battle sight where InuYasha, the ill fated half demon, and his friends? had battled one of her ancestors. Kerio was looking for any remnants of the dragon Ryukotsusei to make a new blade for her katana. One that would hold some sort of power in it. One that she could use in this form, to make her weakest not so weak any longer.
The female ran along the ground, sandals leaving small imprints in teh charred soil. She stopped running after a few moments and dropped to her knees, carefully looking through the ground. Even a small fragment of bone or bloodied soil would make the sword dangerous. She glanced over the soil, a sigh leaving her mouth whens he could not sniff out anything, or see anything. Eyes glancing over everything, the noted a white shard of something sticking up from the ground. Just a small point. Scrambling over the soil, her hand reached out and she tugged at the shard, whatever it was, until it came free. Turning it over in her hands, she found that it was a piece of the mask of which Ryukotsusei had spoken from. A small smile graced her face for a few seconds before she stood and rushed back to the sword she'd dropped. Picking it up, the female ran back into the forest, moments later she was a speck leaping through the tree branches, body coming four or five feet above the tallest branch before disappearing back into the depths once more.
It wasn't but many hours later did she slow in her trek, wandering along a path of lava towards a fabled sword maker's lair. Totousai. He did not make swords anymore, but perhaps she would be able to bribe him into making her one? She wanted the sword, and he was very good at making them. She'd seen his work, herd of what some of the swords he'd forged had done. The powers they had harnessed. With the mask, surely the sword maker would be able to grant her a small favor from her ancestor and bestow the sword with it's aura and power? At these thoughts, Keiro could feel the dragon in her breast shift and stir, thoughts open to what she was thinking. Anything that had to do with power would stir it awake.
She ventured close to the small cave in which the man was supposed to live. A curling black cloud came from it, as well as the smell of fire and heat, iron and steel. Was he making a sword? For who? Himself? It was rare to find a newly made sword that had been fathered by Totousai in this day. She trekked upwards, sighing softly. Hopefully she'd be able to get the sword made, and her trek to this barren land wasn't in vain.
I am not
Both are blood thirsty. Like ravenous and starving wolves would attack and kill the first weak thing in sight, I too do the same.
There are two objects inside my chest. Because of them, I seek the power that should never have been released upon this world. Because of them, I was torn from my time twice and pinned to a world that I do not understand.
Yet. There is another power inside me. Residing in my heart, coiled like a snake, appearing weak. Yet not. It's always ready to strike, to spring out upon an unsuspecting victim and take it for it's own. Powered by the jewel fragments, it's hard to fight the beast. Yet I do. I fight the sweet and tormenting thoughts my demon sends to me, fight the pulses that drive me towards my doom.
The shikon no tama is my master, I obey it's wishes. Like a yokai's rotten energy encased in a sword, the jewel has a mind of it's own, and it's tainted my demon. My shards are both tainted, supposedly with one touch of a powerful priestess they can be purified. Perhaps then the bloodthirsty thoughts and urges will stop? My hunger for power will be satiated?
No.
Even if the shards were to be purified, my demon would be lost. I have grown attached to it. I have also grown attached to the power. Like a human would, of course. I am no more deserving of my bloodline than a traitor is someone's love."[/ul][/ul]
Raikou lept through the trees, her thoughts whirling about in her head. She had her katana, Shika, was strapped to her back. Every time she lept into the air it hit against her back, and every time she landed on a tree branch gravity would pull it back and weigh the sword down. Her clothing also weighed her down, but it was light enough that it didn't bother her as much. After jumping over trees, into trees, and running through the branches for as long as she had, the female grew tired of it. In her human form she moved slowly, and leaping through trees was tiring. It was the quickest and easiest way about, however. You did not have to fear bandits or wild animals and most demons didn't bother with (what looked to be) a human leaping through the trees.
After miles of this jumping nonsense, Keiro grew tired and agitated. Reaching Jakunen Crater, Keiro unslung the katana from her back and dropped it to the ground, listening as it made a light thunk when it hit the soft and charred soil. She was far from the actual battle sight where InuYasha, the ill fated half demon, and his friends? had battled one of her ancestors. Kerio was looking for any remnants of the dragon Ryukotsusei to make a new blade for her katana. One that would hold some sort of power in it. One that she could use in this form, to make her weakest not so weak any longer.
The female ran along the ground, sandals leaving small imprints in teh charred soil. She stopped running after a few moments and dropped to her knees, carefully looking through the ground. Even a small fragment of bone or bloodied soil would make the sword dangerous. She glanced over the soil, a sigh leaving her mouth whens he could not sniff out anything, or see anything. Eyes glancing over everything, the noted a white shard of something sticking up from the ground. Just a small point. Scrambling over the soil, her hand reached out and she tugged at the shard, whatever it was, until it came free. Turning it over in her hands, she found that it was a piece of the mask of which Ryukotsusei had spoken from. A small smile graced her face for a few seconds before she stood and rushed back to the sword she'd dropped. Picking it up, the female ran back into the forest, moments later she was a speck leaping through the tree branches, body coming four or five feet above the tallest branch before disappearing back into the depths once more.
It wasn't but many hours later did she slow in her trek, wandering along a path of lava towards a fabled sword maker's lair. Totousai. He did not make swords anymore, but perhaps she would be able to bribe him into making her one? She wanted the sword, and he was very good at making them. She'd seen his work, herd of what some of the swords he'd forged had done. The powers they had harnessed. With the mask, surely the sword maker would be able to grant her a small favor from her ancestor and bestow the sword with it's aura and power? At these thoughts, Keiro could feel the dragon in her breast shift and stir, thoughts open to what she was thinking. Anything that had to do with power would stir it awake.
She ventured close to the small cave in which the man was supposed to live. A curling black cloud came from it, as well as the smell of fire and heat, iron and steel. Was he making a sword? For who? Himself? It was rare to find a newly made sword that had been fathered by Totousai in this day. She trekked upwards, sighing softly. Hopefully she'd be able to get the sword made, and her trek to this barren land wasn't in vain.