SerendipityThe paint poured perilously onto the floor
Colors blending together in a kaleidoscope
Of weary fashion and thoughtless design
Snaking through cracks in the wood that
Was worn down by footprints of time
They swirl and fuse and fuse and swirl
A collage of harmonious cacophony
Where shapes rise through the mayhem
Like phantoms rising from the grave
To paint a wondrous scene of nothing
Between hues that should never meet
The scenes mentally come to life
Showing me all the things that once
Painted my life in a surreal veil that
Had fallen over my eyes, long ago
MLP:FiM - Mommy NearestA My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic tale.
Melius tarde, quam numquam.
Rainbow Dash rolled back and sank into the soft, fluffy cloud, the only one in the skies over Ponyville. With a contented sigh she closed her eyes. Despite her misty resting spot the sun's heat had no trouble permeating her sleek body on that hot day. The slight breeze was only the barest whisper in her ears, drowned out by the calls of cicadas and occasional chirping birds. The only other sound was the soft and nearly continuous grating of Big Macintosh's plow tilling the soil directly below.
It was one of the easiest days ever. All she had to do was move a big enough cloud over part of Sweet Apple Acres, shielding the workhorse from the blazing sun while he tilled and seeded the land. Afterwards, she'd give her resting spot a good hard kick so it would water the newly planted crops below.
It felt like the sun was caressing her entire body. Happy feelings of being nuzzled and cuddled as a tiny
NightmaresSnarls rent the night, as she panted in exertion to put one foot in front of the other. She could hear them coming, their heavy breathing with tongues lolling from their mouths, saliva dripping from blood slathered jaws. With one chocolate eye she looked over her shoulder, only to scream as she fell over an unseen tree root. Blood swelled to the surface of her skinned knees as she hastily moved to get back to her feet, tearing her already ruined kimono.
A howl of longing and urgency filled the air as the pack of wolves caught the scent of her fresh blood in the air. Doubling their efforts they sped toward her, unhindered by the dense undergrowth due to their massive size. The lead wolf, a huge alpha male with gleaming yellow eyes was the first to spy the young girl. His entire being begged to bath in her blood, to have it coursing down his throat to quench his thirst. With a burst of speed he tackled the young ward, his jaws quickly wrapping around her throat in a crushing manner as th
Tale of Rin+Sesshomaru, Ch. 7The Tale of Rin and Sesshomaru
The Last Journey
The years were kind to Rin. The influence of Tenseiga and Sesshomaru held the cruelties of age at bay, but she was still human, and her time on earth was finite. As she aged, her face remained unlined and her back unbowed, but her hair gradually turned from raven black to the purest snow white, which color pleased Rin no end. Gradually, her wanderings grew less and less wide-ranging, and she found that her travels never took her very far from the hill upon which Sesshomaru had made his last stand.
Nature had reclaimed much of that sorely mistreated place. The fury of the battle had redirected the course of a river, and cut a valley where none had been before, but aside from an area of grey-brown glass that remained around the hill itself, new life had sprung up all over the land. On the crest of the hill, a tree had sprouted, and it grew proud, tall, and strong. Its flowers were delicate in the spring and its leaves turned
Rin's Bad Dream
Rins Bad Dream
Running. Thats all she could do. She could feel her heart racing as her feet flew beneath her. The pack of wolves were right on her tail and with no place to hide in this dark & gloomy wasteland, she didnt know how much longer she could go on. Never had she felt so helpless. Where was Lord Sesshomaru? He always came to save her. Fear & loneliness tightened in her stomach as she pushed herself into the darkness.
Please help me lord Sesshomaru... her plea more of a mental wish... since she had no breath to voice it. Suddenly, a monstrous Wolf appeared before her, towering over her like a mountain, almost causing her to trip in fear. Stumbling to a stop she gasped in horror as she realized what the wolf held in its mouth... Sesshomaru.
It was a terrible sight. H
Silly little thingsDisclaimer: I don't own the sexh Sesshomaru or cutie little Rin. Happy?
Silly little things.
Sometimes Sesshomaru had no idea what to think of the things Rin would do. He was never one for caring what humans did or why they did it. They were like ants; it didn't matter how many of them you killed, there were still more of them in the next step you took. So he learned to live content with the fact that he would just kill as many as he could. But everything changed the day he met the little human girl that refused to leave him alone. He didn't know why she insisted on coming back and trying to take care of him.
Humans were funny like that.
They did the dumbest things and didn't think twice about it.
Rin always did foolish things. She was always trying to pick flowers for Jaken and himself, and even though he took them when she gave them to him, within the next minute or two when she occupied herself with something different he would throw them
Strike at the Heart - Ch. 1Strike at the Heart
Hisao the demon guard waited silently in the night. With his sharp senses, he could smell that the person he had come to meet was not far away. He smelled like a cat. A demon of the snow leopard tribe, to be exact, and one of the last of his kind. After all, rumor had it that the great Lord Sesshomaru had put to death the rest of his clan.
Hisao knew the other demon was ready and anticipating his arrival, but he preferred to make him wait for a bit. He needed to be in control of this meeting, and the delay implied a sense of authority. He also needed a moment to calm his slightly ruffled nerves. If his Lady, or especially if her son Lord Sesshomaru, discovered that he was here, it could mean his life. But Hisao had a mission to accomplish, with or without the approval of his liege.
Holding his chin high, Hisao stepped quietly through the woods until he came upon his target. The other demon found him immediately with sharp yellow eyes. His fo
Author's Notes: Inuyasha and all characters in this fan fiction are the property of Rumiko Takahashi.
As Rin walked down the path following Lord Sesshomaru and Jaken she smiled secretly at the antics of the small kitty that had found her. Walking past a village that morning the kitty had noticed the group walking down the path, the young girl dropping flower petals behind her as she went. At first the kitty followed along the edge of the path until a petal drifted just close enough for it to reach a paw out and bat the splash of orange. The next petal fluttered down, landing just out of reach and causing the kitty to hop on it. As the kitty fought ferociously with the latest petal it noticed a shower of petals falling along the path, being pushed around by the wind. Squatting down on all fours, the kitty chittered at the dancing pieces of orange before wiggling its little hiney and pouncing. Tripping over its feet the ki
Rin lay on her side under the sakura tree, the summer heat making the night too humid to fully rest. Flopping onto her back she let out a heavy sigh, and spread her arms and legs out so nothing touched. If she thought she could get away with it she would have taken her kimono off and slept in her skin. The thought of Jaken running around squawking about her being an indecent human made her giggle. Her giggles suddenly stopped when she heard a noise in the forest.
Straining her ears, Rin tried to be very quiet and listen to the noises she wasn't making. She knew she wasn't alone in the forest. Living in a riverside village, and then traveling with Lord Sesshomaru she knew there were all types of animals living in the forest, some of which were tiny and soft, like bunnies, and others were big and dangerous, like wolves. But being with her Lord she wasn't afraid of anything anymore. Except when it was
SerendipitySilent singer, you paint a dream
in spaces, in words
Breath and thought aligned
sonatinas to be seen
unheard but heeded
Now your songs slip drunken
laden full, slow sighs
Smiling like fire on wet wood
mast and sail needed
From the deep well of my spine
cold bucket, warm stars
reflected the dome of my head
I recall who you are
and sing instead
your words, and mine
Draw the mirror dripping from deep
the lowest you've been
the darkest of you
Even there you've planted
the music that alight my apex
brilliant night sky
a pleasant surprise