miroku_the cursed
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- Posted: Mon, 08 Dec 2014 06:12:34 +0000
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* The air was thick with a sense of dread. Miroku, still deep in his prayers, tried his best to disregard the feeling. Energy was tingling through the air, weaving in and out in a sharp rhythm before collecting. Slowly a barrier was forming, and under the stress it took more concentration than necessary. The darklings flew from overhead, quicker than he had expected. Dark spots so high up that if one didn`t look closely they could have mistaken them for some large birds. But they were indeed menacing. They traveled in a large flock, their dark sounds echoing and tearing at their eardrums as the hoard soared in search of them. His jaw clenched at a particularly sharp screech, eye peeling open to lock with Sangos. It wasn`t until then when he noticed Sango outside the hidden shroud of his barrier. Sangos eyes were so distant in thought that he felt that she was further than she actually was. His steel blue eyes stayed locked with hers as she took those steps back he felt her presence slipping dangerously away, and her lost stare made a cold sensation glaze throughout his body. After giving Kira a concerned glance she instructed him the task of her protection before fleeing into the thick field in the distance, her form swift and not once faltering.
A mass of black swooped down, their cries mind numbing as they pursued Sango deep within the woods. *
Sango. . . . *Miroku hissed, unsure of what to do now. Sango was risking her life—their lives doing this. The darklings were high in number, and he only had the slightest inkling of just how dangerous they could be. His eyes instantly went to look towards Kira, her voice letting out a soft whimper as she watched helplessly into the clearing. Miroku waited a few moments, letting some time pass to assure it was safe before letting down his barrier. Finally he took in a ragged breath, holding it in longer than expected.
His instincts told him to chase after Sango, his body almost flinching for her direction. but that wouldn`t work. Kira was with him. He had contemplated leaving her hidden somewhere—perhaps in the niche of a large tree, or under some up-grown roots, but that wouldn`t work well. He knew the child would refuse to stay put. The small cry of the young demon startled him just as the flock was fully out of sight, and Miroku had acted fast as he reached to grab her arm. Missing by just the hair of her tail, Kira neared the edge of the forest; it would seem watching Kira was more of a challenge in its self than he would have hoped for.*
Kira! Wait, come back here!
*In a dishuffled mess, he hurried to his feet and drove his legs to move, and within moments he quickly swooped the young wolf up, a soft squeak escaping from her lips. Small fingers curled into balls, the light pounding on his side and stomach bringing him no discomfort. *
Kira, running after Sango will only bring her and yourself harm. You must stay with me, please, or else someone may get hurt. I am confident Sango will be fine
*He hide his own concern in order to console Kira. The tree tops shuffled loudly—branches snapping suddenly, a gleam of red and blur or gray and black mixed with the various shades of green . A darkling sprung from the tree line, talons curling menacingly. They had provoked a couple to return, a second still backtracking within the deep shrubs and tall oak. He managed to lean away from the attack, his body curling to act as a shield for Kira. With his staff in hand he swiped toward the creature, the impact sharp and strong. A loud smack could be heard as the wood came in contact to the curve of its side. It staggered for a moment, just enough for the monk to allow himself several feet of space. The second had arrived seconds after, and he surveys the opponents with narrowed eyes. *
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