Casting the Day Away [Open]

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It was just a few hours since the sun had given off its last bit of shine and went away for the darkness to overpower. The night had made its arrival. Doubtlessly, there were many demons about, ready to eat alive any human they see. Maybe even each other. The stars desperately pierced through the clouds that came slightly sparse at this hour. Altogether, it really meant nothing to Senrimaru, and if the land around her could speak, it'd probably be saying "right back at ya, buddy."

A short nasty-sounding groan had mixed in with the sounds of the gentle running water. It was all but an imp that had just been bothering the oh-so-far-more-superior female demon known as Senrimaru, whom had just sliced him with her claws with such haste that the imp die almost instantly, with all but one simply deep cut across the chest. Just before it fell to the ground completely, Sen had kicked the corpse into the nearby 'river'. She watched as the body was slowly carried on with the waters for a split second. A shrug emerged under her breath.

"Worthless."

Just as the persecuted imp had been dealt with, Senri could feel that somewhere around the valley that she was being watched by someone, or perhaps something. After that worthless scum was immediatly destroyed, she had begun to configure in her head whether to give any heed to the next being to enter her range. She didn't waste her time configuring anymore to learn of their particular race. Had she cared as much, maybe she would. If they would come any closer to her, she'd know almost immediatly. She awaited anymore possible movement, and when she knew there would be no more, turned toward the direction of where she felt the presence, staring off and squinting suspiciously.

"So...who goes?", she inquired in her calm, cold, yet stern voice. It was type of tone that landed her the best chance of being answered directly.

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Last he remembered was falling from a cliff into cold water, not ice cold, just cold enough to push down on his chest sending a wave of adrenaline through his body. It was enough to keep him alive, enough to think of her when his vision blurred and the lights faded.

He washed ashore, blood staining the brown sand underneath him.

So that's how sand tastes was the last thing he remembered thinking.

It had been two weeks since the incident and his head was still muddy when he tried to remember who he was. For the most part he knew, but if he ever encountered his illusive memories would he react the same way. The only face that was crystal clear was hers, he remembered her as Sango, but was that her name? Did he confuse the memory with something else? Was his name even Miroku. It was a strange thing to be unsure of ones memories.

He had made his way into a valley aimlessely wandering, hoping he would find his way back to his comrades, but while he wandered he felt the presence of a strong youkai. Curiousity urged him cautiously forward as he watched from a respectable distance. One thing he knew for sure, was that something things never changed.

Upon seeing the face of the youkai, his hand twitched. The desire to caress her rear boiled up inside. He sighed as she quickly made sport of a imp. She would probably become aware of him soon, so he made no effort to hide himself.

"The houshi Miroku, your ladyship" he answered waltzing out from behind the scattered trees.