Sango's Village

[Shimmering_Apocalypse]

This a large fortress like village but has no inhabitants, within its walls there are hundreds of graves of the demon slayers who once inhabited this place. All of its previous residents are buried there except Sango, Kohaku, their father and the other demon slayers who died on a mission when a demon possessed Kohaku.  

[Shimmering_Apocalypse]

Sango, The Demon Slayer

Sango walked silently between the rows of grave, her long brown hair whipping in the wind behind her. Kirara followed closely behind her, being sure to keep a vigilant eye out for any danger. Sango carefully placed a flower on each grave, it was a rare occurrence that she was able to come and visit her family and friends' graves. She came to a stop before her mother's grave, a few tears streaming down her face as she slowly lowered herself to her knees.

Sango gently laid the remaining flowers upon her mother's grave as Kirara sat before her and looked up at her with her soft gaze. Sango gently stroked the small Kitsune before looking down the long line of graves. She brushed a few stray tears from her eyes before she forced herself to stand, looking over the place where her mother had been buried.  

[Tsuki7893]

No day is too bad it can't be fixed with a nap...

Shippo walked up to Sango, holding up a small cluster of bright purple flowers. He held them up to her, "Pa used to say that these bring good luck to spirits." He held them patiently. Even if he was still a child, Shippo knew how she felt. He liked spending time with Sango and Kirara a lot more than being alone with Inuyasha. When Kagome wasn't around, he got smacked by the hanyou a lot more. Shippo's tail twitched as he stood on his toes. He smiled, trying to lighten Sango's mood just a little.

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[Shimmering_Apocalypse]

Sango, The Demon Slayer

Sango looked down when she heard Shippo's voice and smiled faintly before carefully taking the flowers before saying, "Thank you Shippo." She carefully placed the small bouquet onto her mother's grave and saying, "Thank you for coming Shippo." Sango looked to Kirara who was now in her large form and climbed up onto her back, holding her hand out to Shippo to help him up onto Kirara's back. She knew that they needed to get bck to the group and she knew lingering here would only depress her more.  

[Tsuki7893]

No day is too bad it can't be fixed with a nap...

Shippo smiled when she took the flowers. He grabbed her hand and climbed up on Kirara. He sat behind Sango and held out a thumbs up. "All set." He held onto Kirara's fur, careful not to pull on it. Kirara's fur reminded him of his father's fur. It wasn't quite the same, but it still brought back memories sometimes. He sighed quietly and spoke to Sango. "Do you think Pa is up there with your mother? Do you think they're having fun? Pa told me that the good side of the Spirit World is like a big party" He was staring at the sky while he asked, and glanced at Sango to wait for her answer.

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[Shimmering_Apocalypse]

Sango, The Demon Slayer

Sango smiled at Shippo and said, "I'm sure he's up there and he's having a great time." As much as she wanted to say that he'd be having fun with her mom, she doubted it since her parents were demon slayers. Sango held on firmly as Kirara sped through the air, glancing to Shippo reassuringly as they made their way out of the village and towards Kaede's village.  

[Tsuki7893]

No day is too bad it can't be fixed with a nap...

Shippo nodded, a content look coming to his face. He wiggled his tail as his fur waved in the wind. He glanced down curiously. "Do you think Kagome's back yet?"

ooc: Go to Kaede's Village for the next post?

 

[Jiji Nanoya]

Yunaiteddo Tamashii

The Arrogant Yokai

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Yunai stood quietly gazing upon the rows of grey stone slabs that inhabited the land. She wasn't sure what drove her here, definitely sure that Sesshomaru would likely be far from this very spot. All the youkai could manage was to this k about the past that left her alone with no form of family. The only thing that truly linked her to any past experienced was that of Sesshomaru himself. "Why did it have to turn out this way? Why could t things be different?" she spoke solemnly to herself. Reoccurring thoughts toyed with her unstable mixed emotions for the demon. She loved him deeply for rescuing her from the tyranny of her own blood father. He however also slaid her mother, the only person to actually show a hint of genuine Compassion. What do I do now?

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[Hiru Harada]

Jiji Nanoya

(( Momo is expendable. ))

Demon Slayer's Village :Where
Momo, Death Keeper :Who
No :Why
Doubt :What

The woman, Momo, had been stalking through the woods for days carrying the heavy ax on her shoulder. The ax would have smelled of blood, but Momo was very thorough about cleaning it off. Her hair was waving in her face as she trudged out of the trees toward what appeared to be some kind of large village. For such a big place, it seemed rather lifeless. Good, this would help her. She needed a place to rest after killing so many people.

Momo's clothes were stained with blood, for they tend to be much more difficult to remove such a thing from. She hadn't bathed in weeks, and had scarcely eaten. Still, she moved forward. She cared not for pain, another distraction she didn't need. She cared not for her smell. She cared not for the weight of the ax. She cared even less for the swirling void of darkness growing in her mind. Her will to keep pushing was shrinking as this cloud loomed over her, pouring into the seed of doubt within her. She had never felt such doubt before, such intense rejection for her world. Before she'd seemed happy with what she'd done. She was happy, she knew it was true. She had finally freed herself from the lie, and she could never be more complete. But then.... why was it she continued to drag her weight around with this sense of defeat hanging over her head?

The cloud of darkness looming over this woman, what could not be seen with the eyes but only felt, was a presence new to this world. Yet at the same time, it has been here as long as the land itself has existed. A spirit not of evil, or even darkness, but the pure embodiment of negativity was slowly draining this woman's spirit as it poured itself into her. In a few days, she would be reduced to nothing but refusal and opposition. Once all the positive energy was gone from her soul, it

would eat her.

The spirit that haunted this woman had no form. To reveal itself to a living creature would be to decimate that creature's will to agree with anything. But this woman hadn't thought of the possibility of a demon haunting her. Instead, she had gone and assumed that it was regret that was tearing at the fringes of her mind. She felt no regret. Regret wasn't something the spirit was capable of causing. Sure, she had wished she no longer had to bear the memories. More accurately.... it seemed as though she wished she didn't have to remember them. She didn't want to think about things, as thoughts were coming to her naturally. She wanted to reverse the flow of thought, let it pour out of her, even give it to someone else. She didn't care, she just didn't want it any more. She was beginning to reject every fiber of her being, and it was exactly what the spirit wanted.

Why this spirit was haunting this woman was simple; it needed to. It cared nothing for her actions in the past that brought her to where she is today. It cared not that she was wandering into the middle of a village not bothering to stop and greet her company. It only watched her as she simply walked over to a half-standing house, noisily dragging the ax behind her. She looked over to see a woman, then turned and continued into the house where the ax clanged on the wooden floor when she dropped it. There on the floor, she curled up into a ball and in seconds was asleep. She no longer wished to be awake. If

that woman outside ended her life, she no longer wished to be alive. If all else fails, she'd end it herself. "No" was the word every thought she had seemed to end up at. If it weren't for her basic instincts, she would have nothing else to live for.  

[Hiru Harada]

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At long last, Momo finally stirred from the rubble she had burrowed into and rose to a sitting position, her ax still at her side. She woke from nothing. She hadn't dreamed for one second. Her mind was far too clouded by the spirit for her to have a mind of her own. She woke with tears in her eyes not knowing why they were there. She sat up and placed a hand on her ax, the memories rushing back to her. Satisfaction, then a chilling spark that shook her to her very core. After that, a steady decline in mind and spirit, followed by the weakening of her body. If she were to eat, would anything come of it? Would she see an ounce of the strength she once had if she were to eat an entire hog? At this point, it seemed nothing she could do would change a thing. Still, Momo rose from the floor, dragging the ax out onto the grass before lifting it up onto her shoulder. She turned and wandered back out of the village to search for something to kill

so that she could eat._______________________________________

After she reached the edge of the village, Momo had a notion about her darkness. She wondered, just for a moment, if it were possible that this weight she felt on her soul was not her own. It was so great that she began to question whether it was genuine or not. How could she have been so happy, and then suddenly so..... not? She had no word to describe her feeling. Maybe she was just hungry and her mind was wandering, but her thoughts prodded her aggressively, and she couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to this. After all, once she'd finally gone through with it.... murdered all those people.... everything became so bright and true. Those wretches. Those cowards. Those men who deserved nothing and women who deserved less for their enabling and weakness. Heartless cowards, every last one of them. But Momo showed them. Momo showed all of them just who were the real cowards, the true weaklings. The only reason she tolerated those wretches was for her own child. Then, one day, that little boy would forsake her. Turn his back on her after everything she had sacrificed for him. Shove her into the dirt and spit on his own family name after she had practically killed so that he could have a better life. She knew that everything she had done for him, it had been out of love. So why? Why on Earth would such a loved boy turn his back on the hand that fed him? But she showed him. Just like the rest of them, Momo showed her little boy what she showed everyone else. She showed her little boy that she was just as capable of taking him out of this world as she had been to bring him into it. Onward now, as her old memories swirled in her head, taunting her with their voices, she pressed onward. She would not be weak, not like the rest of them. She would show them.... she would show them all....

C'mon, you know you wanna.

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