I died inside...
I really should know better than this, but I had just seen some really cool fanart of some Vampire Hunter D stuff on deviantart, so I wandered over to the pit of doom to find some equally as interesting fanfic...I should have known it was not to be...
DESERTSAGE, ROSES & HEALING - (Vampire Hunter D)
Summary:
- All righty then let's try this again with the quotes added. Grammar was never quite my thing. blah...blah...blah...two sentences in, and we already know this is going to be a disaster.
And to the Badfic Author: If grammar isn't you're thing, I suggest another line of work.
And keep a sharp eyes out, the person who tells me how many times they say ADOBE in this story gets a cookie, cause I was too blinded with pain to actually look for them all...
Story:
Darkness the only safe time, uh, what? well if any thing is safe at all within what was previously known as the western territories of the free republic. Apparently, apart from being unsafe (for work) (oh, hai thar, CAPSLOCK reference!) commas are NOT your friend, Badfic Author... One thing however never changed and that was the deserts and the heat of the days. Right...T_T
He only learned recently that the usurper the what? Lord Draemere from the boyar again, what? class whom rose up against his father was holed up somewhere within the Sierra Madre. And so it is on his travels to destroy this latest evil one where he discovers that all that is given is never lost What was given and WHY IN HELL did you lose it, you moron??? and that the nameless god above is not to be feared. Okay, firstly, I barely understood those last two sentences, and secondly, there are only two sentences...Apparently, here in la-la-land, run on sentences are supposed to make things easier to understand...
The steady pace of Midnight’s hooves and the occasional coyote are all the sounds that enter D’s sensitive ears for once. The demon known as Lefty leaving him alone for the now as the clear starry night engulfs them within the vastness of the desert-scape.
Desert-scape? DESERT-SCAPE??? ARGH!!!! And, oh, hello there, strange and random tense changes, i didn't see you coming.
D’s thoughts lingering back to the moment when the horrid sound of his first beloved steed’s throat had been cut by the brigand Draemere’s orders That's funny, I didn't know words could cut throats, I must be REALLY as his father’s home was being besieged. Whose father? I, for one, am thoroughly confused. The fires, smells, his father’s anger and the undeniable power as his father wept openly over the broken body of his consort, D’s mother.
Then D being wisped eh, what? away in a blink of an eye by his father’s dark magick, (AAAAH! I WILL DESTROY YOU!!!!) to awaken later encased within the trunk of a mighty oak that grew on the next mountain over from his home.
Within his heart a lust beyond that of blood to ensure that those that started this “dark holy” war would find their karmas at the end of this sword. *finds self with sword point on nose tip* Oh, hi there KARMA, I wasn't expecting you, and what a lovely shine you have, and such sharp edges. They make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. It was also here that he discovered he was not alone. His father’s last act of love towards his only son, he provided him a “guardian” as were. In the god of lights terms an angel but since the world from whence D was born contained no light save his mother, spirits save her soul. We would have to say guardian demon is best to categorize him. One who saved his skin time and again and even though Lefty could have this unerring ability of never keeping his mouth shut when D would rather hear silence, he could never deny that he was forever indebted for this reminder of family lost. Uh, awkward paragraph is awkward?
Thusly the silence was broken. “D?” “D?” “Yo, D hey any idea where we are at? No, just...just no. I don't want to even begin talking about that last sentence...leave me ALONE, modern day butchering of the english language!!!! You know not much longer to O’dark hundred leaving and crack of dawn setting in here. TT_TT I died a little on the inside at that last sentence. Not to mention heatstroke is not in my vocabulary nor should it be in yours, as a much needed condition. Hellooooooooooo, earth to D we need shelter soon!!!!!”
In a flat monotone he whispered, “don’t worry.” Where did the capitalization go? Nudging Midnight to pick up the pace as he noted a thin wisp of smoke on the horizon they were off. *sighs*
The ancient little adobe (1) had been through much, seen vastly and yet stood proud as a sanctuary for many a traveler that ventured through. The current caretaker started her day as always giving thanks to the maker above she went outside to sweep up the covered stalls. Presently afterwards *stabs self* this us just soooo wrong, on so many excruciatingly painful levels ensuring there would be fresh water and feed for any of the makers four footed creations that may come by that particular day. Or any other for that matter for it was her way. Inside the adobe (2) she swept up the floors, made the spare cot up & placed some water to heat upon the fireplace that burned her favorite wood, pinion. Okay, I voluntarily took two years of woodshop, and I was good at it, but I have A) never heard of this "pinion" stuff and B) I have never heard of someone having a "favorite wood" (GET YOUR MINDS OUT OF THE GUTTER!!!) Gathering a few dried juniper berries from one of the clay jars she set to making a tea. "A" tea, not even just tea, but "A" tea...*sighs* While the tea steeped she commenced work upon grinding the days meal for flatbread when she heard the initial sound of hooves outside her door. A gentle smile approached her lips as she muttered, “come in.” Muttered...she...she muttered, "Come in," to someone who probably can't hear her...*stabs fanfiction*...YOU CANNOT DEFY LOGIC LIKE THIS!!!
The sun had already shown above the horizon when he approached the lone adobe (3). If they say the word "adobe" one more time...Senses open and ready for any unforeseen events that may assault him. Events...he's waiting for "events" to assault him. I'm gonna take a wild guess and say the author was going for enemies, but I think I'm wrong, which just makes this all the more sad... But there was more to be had presently then the simple two words from a female voice uttering, come-in. Dismounting from Midnight he slowly walked his steed to the covered coral where he noticed fresh water and feed were waiting in anticipation. HI! We're inanimate objects, and we've been waiting IN ANTICIPATION for your arrival, because, ya know, we have so many other places to be, and the means to get there...
Then gingerly - urgently I'm no physicist, but I'm pretty sure it's physically impossible to be both at once to get out of the suns developing heat Isn't that what the sun is supposed to do? You know, providing energy, all that jazz. he entered the adobe. (4) *headdesk* The scent of pinion and juniper wafted up to his nose as his eyes re adjusted to the dimly lit dwelling. The dark silhouette of a woman caught his eye as she continued to grind the meal. “You are welcome to rest here stranger, a bed is ready if sleep is what you are requiring. If not, please have a seat while I get you a cup of tea. It is not much but it is all I have. The bread will not be ready for a bit yet. I trust your steed is in fine want for water and food. The shade will help him stay cool as the sun warms this area. Oh my god, just kill me now please... My name is Shilea and if you are in need of anything please let me know.”
"Hi, I'm long winded country bumpkin, please feel free to hate my guts as I ramble on WITHOUT COMMAS AND WITH POOR GRAMMATICAL SKILLS!!!"
I. AM. A. COLLEGE. STUDENT!!!!
D slightly bowed and quietly said, “thank you” as he cautiously sat in the rustic chair it can't just be a bloody freaking chair, no...it has to be a rustic chair across the table from where she had been vigorously with a stone pestle grinding acorn & jojoba nuts into a stone mortar. He vaguely recalled reading that the ancient Native Americans used this in creating their food. Because vampire hunters get so many opportunities to read up on Native American food production, don'tcha know?
The teakettle hissed its readiness as she proceeded to fill the clay mug with the steaming juniper tea. Seemingly turning and not looking up once she presented the tea to him. Graciously he took the mug from her and asked, “Is this all that is here?” SHE ALREADY TOLD YOU THAT WAS ALL THERE WAS!!! Have you become hard of hearing, or are the centuries of being accompanied by nothing but a demonic hand finally affection what little brain matter you have left??? Gently smiling she returned to her work and said, “Yes, if all that you see is just that.”
I would like to die now...I don't even know if I can finish this...I may just need to stop now...
The meal was becoming finer almost ready to make the dough for her bread. Never once did she raise her head to look upon him even now as he studied her intently while cautiously sipping what turned out to be one of the most calming teas he ever experienced. Hello, tense change! Lefty finally speaking in his mind that “something is not quite what it seems here D, be careful.” But D sensed no wrongs here in this space. Watching her actions seemed peaceful, so peaceful in fact that before long he was finding himself extremely exhausted. Perhaps it was the long journey thus far or the exposure he had taken previously under the heat of the sun. Whatever it was that plagued him at that moment was lost as he fell into a deep relaxing sleep.
Shilea finally looked at him and gave a bit of a smile as she thought poor dear he really needs that rest. Walking over to his hunched over form, she removed his hat, sword and cape. Yeah, that's the first thing I'd do, strip the prickly vampire-halfling of his clothes and sword...*facepalm* Then saying a prayer type incantation she asked for the god of light to give her strength so she could move him to the awaiting cot. Because occasionally, we just need to look up, face down logic, and scream "FUCK YOU!!!" Lefty was acutely aware of the situation but powerless to do anything to assist his owner if the need were to arise. Seeing as, in the anime, "Lefty" was capable of waking D from UNCONCIOUSNESS, I find this rather hard to believe. Shilea’s prayer had left the creature and D unharmed. The golden glow, when was the last time Lefty had seen such a thing? Because awkward sentence is awkward? He would have to think upon this and time he presently had much of. Once Shilea had them tucked in as it were she addressed D’s guardian. “Little Dark one, no harm comes to any whom enter here as long as their hearts are pure. Rest now your journeys ahead need all of your strengths.” So on that Lefty felt himself float into the sea of darkness. And she knows about the mutant hand...how?
The meal finally ground she proceeded to make into a dough. She always loved the elastic feel between here fingers while she kneaded it. The fire hot she pan-fried the dough into the flat little breads that would keep longer than the traditional ones of the east. Kiddies, this is not, contrary to this fanfic, how you make flatbreads.
Satisfied that this task was completed she placed her shawl about her head and proceeded out into the day to check upon D’s horse Midnight. The first thing that caught her attention was that he was laying down which was a bit odd since that is not the norm. She slowly went over and checked the water levels only to notice that it remained untouched along with the feed. Poor, poor, dear!!! WHAT. THE. HELL???
Shilea chanted a quick prayer and ordered Midnight to arise to his stance. Gradually Midnight obeyed the magic that was coming through his body forcing him to arise. Okay, apparently prayer and magic are the same thing here in fairy land...weren't witches burned by the church? Gently stroking his muzzle and cooing inside his ear she kept Midnight walking about with her in the heat of the day. With one hand upon Midnight she searched for the tubing she had placed long ago in an outside storage box. Upon finding she had to coax Midnight to the spring well. She had to heal the poor horse before his insides twisted up. Shilea wondered to herself when the last time D had thought to take better care of his magnificent creature. He knows not what he really has here, they do not create this type of animal any longer.
Midnight - series 280 ZX 9. The first line of organically enhanced steeds created in 2020ad by one of the finest neuro-cybergenisist of that era. The only modifications created at the time were the titanium skeletons and the two-thirds positron-brain implants. The rest of the animal was solely organic. It ate, slept, defecated and mated like a normal horse. Ooooookay...I REALY didn't need that... Shilea sighed one of the last of God’s almost untouched creations. “Come Midnight you must stay up. After all what would D and Lefty do without you?” Get a new sodding horse...
D had wondered what it was like to have the feel of flight and yet not be flying. WOW, THAT was random.
The eagle how majestic. *kills self*
The raven so dark against the skies. *rises from the dead and kills fanfic*
It was Sister Raven whom heard his call and it was she that took D to the pathway of the great beyond. Where he saw his long begotten mother. She seemed so sad and yet upon seeing her child a twinkle arose in her eyes. She embraced him once more the scent of roses embedded in her bosom that no longer arose & fell with the fire of life. Ever so briefly it was before they had to part. Somehow forgetting he to was half human. His mother’s embrace returned in him a forgotten longing, the dream within the dream. Some how naught and yet never forgotten. “Mother” a tear rolling down his cheek, his heart somehow breaking once more. Brother Eagle scooped him up at this venture soaring higher still before depositing him on the precipice where Brother Wolf sings to the moon. It is here that D sees what appears to be the back of his father. Slowly he approaches to the side of the visage represented shadowy only to beheld at bay, “Father?” The voice is his fathers and yet not. *zombie headdesk of DOOM* Utterance within, far, far within. “Remember, remember me”
D’s eyes open wide! A intense (ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) carnelian blue glow alighting his irises. “D, Lefty chimes in, wake- up!” Fully alert D abounds Abounds? HE FUCKING ABOUNDS??? AAARRRGGHHH!!!!!!! from the cot where Shilea had lain him earlier. Looking around he sees no one.
Gathering his cape, hat & weapons he exits the adobe (5) *stab* to stop in dead tracks as he watches Shilea walking and tending to his much loved steed, Midnight within the pre twilight evening light.
An ever so soft golden glow transfusing around both entities. D’s eyes now fully open. The blue subsided he sees as if the waters were as clear as crystal. EH?????????? And at this moment, Lefty chimes in…..
“D, D? I remember
I recall” Whose speaking?
“Recall?”, D semi-mutely responds.
“Seraphim” “Seraphim”
Lefty exclaims
This is the second time within millennium
“D”
“I”
“You just do not ever forget the calling card of the Seraphim.”
“They are the God of chokes hard to say amongst my kind of of Light’s messengers.”
“D”
“We are within the presence of a true rare divinity.”
That last part...yeah...pardon me a moment...*grabs kitchen knife*...*STABBITYSTABSTABDEATHSTAB*
The hunter knew & was not afraid as he now ignored largely the guardian demon that was physically part of him. Instead he thought of only his beloved steed Midnight and proceeded forward to enquire what he could do to help. For his own horse...yeah, smart D. Ask what you can do for your own damn animal, which you've obviously had for a while and consequently TAKEN CARE OF, I'm assuming, all by your lonesome...*sighs*
Shilea knew they were there. She kept without cease walking Midnight. When D asked with a heart felt voice. “What can I do to help?” “Hunter, please walk your horse I grow weary of this task. “ Cause I'm a country bumpkin I get soooooo little exercise... “Besides someone has to create the medicine he needs & my creator only blessed me with two arms.” because, as you can see and contrary to popular belief, I am NOT an octopus. A hint of a smile betakes D as he takes over walking Midnight. Shilea walking, gliding away. D notes she still does not look upon him with her eyes. He also imprints upon his minds eye that she is tall & yet not. Her hair is chestnut & touches below her waist. Like ink it flows straight to the point. She has a pleasing form. A smile tempting his lips as he walks Midnight around and around within the coral.
*walks by, does double take*
Why, hello there MARY SUE, I didn't want to see you in this fic, but, apparently, fate had other plans...damnit
Inside the adobe (6) *I am now dead AT LEAST four times over* Shilea stokes the almost acquitted flames on the hearth with additional pinion wood and now the addition of sage. Poking through a few jars she blends the herbs creating a remedy sure fix for Midnight and his owner. OH MAH GAWD!!! It's like aspirin Diligently uttering her prayers as the mix is heated over the flame and is to be used to bring them all to wholeness.
Preparing
Strengthening
I feel the need to go shopping for periods...and commas...
She continues to pray to the father her God to vanquish the dark evil that plagues his world.
“D”
“D?????” WHERE DID ALL THE QUESTION MARKS COME FROM????????? DX<
“D, I’m talking to you.”
“Before you threaten me yet again to behead me via your four fingers hear me.”
“This place, she will heal you if you are willing to take the chance.” “Open up your soul D.” “D?” “D?”
DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
D squeezed his hand into a tightened fist and ignored the demons chatter. Midnight was first and foremost to the present on his mind as Shilea returned to administer the medicine. From muzzle to stern upon the steed she worked with energy anew. Uttering a barely audible incantation prayer to the God of Light above.
D, out of respect and yet part of his dark legacy shrank away during this ritual and yet her glow took on more gold and a hint of blue. Her hair floated about her like papyrus upon the winds. Her scent……D inhales F*ck...kill me now, pretty please...
Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Reminding him of something remembered long ago. Warm so incredibly warm.
The glow dies down as does the chanting. Midnight neighs with a robust renewal of energy as he is now drawn to the fresh water that Shilea had left out for him earlier. Past AND present tense, all in the same sentence...what could possibly go wrong? Shilea lightly smiles as her breath leaves her body. She collapses only to have D collect her in his arms. He could not imagine having this deity falling upon the desert floor. For the first time he looks down upon her unconscious face. How serene that face is. He takes her inside the adobe (7) and lays her down upon her modest bed when her eyes snap open. It is at this moment that for the first time her eyes are now in front of him for the first time since his arrival. They are a deep forest green and they seem to look past him. Lefty’s voice inside his head, “this explains much.” “Hunter”, she whispers I gave my eyes away long ago.” “I do not need them for my maker has blessed me with far better sight then my human eyes alone ever could have.” So now those orbs within her started glowing with a different form of sight. And now it is her turn to breathe in all that is him.
MARY SUE USED MAIDEN IN DISTRESS, UNFORTUNATELY, IT IS HIGHLY EFFECTIVE!!!
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Smiling
Their eyes pulse lock with an eternal beat that could rival the lightening within the desert storms.
I have damaged my keyboard with the amount of times I've banged my head against it trying not to die from this...
Smiling
Gently *reads from milk carton* Oh, look, the periods are MISSING!!!
Shilea reaches up to meet D’s lips. Her hands locked around his neck feeling the silken strands of his hair. She thrills to the sensation of his wanton lips against hers. The lightness of them as they glide down her throat. D’s canines however were somehow in check as only the human part of him was allowed to escape. *gasp* though it's never happened before, somehow the country bumpkin got to the damn OFF switch The smoothness of her shoulders, their frailty & yet unyielding strength they commanded. Her hands held the expanse of his back with a firmness that allowed him more freedom to discover the delicate scent of her cleavage.
There was a sex scene, but I'm not cruel enough to force that on ANYONE, even my worst enemies...I'm being completely serious...
And the last part is confusing like shit, cause it's nothing but disjointed not-quite-sentences and run-ons and vague thoughts that really have no right to be written down, because, frankly, we could do without...
After reading this fic, I fell over, died, re-animated myself...and stabbed the fanfic and the country bumpkin from hell to death with a spork...thank you...and good night...
DESERTSAGE, ROSES & HEALING - (Vampire Hunter D)
Summary:
- All righty then let's try this again with the quotes added. Grammar was never quite my thing. blah...blah...blah...two sentences in, and we already know this is going to be a disaster.
And to the Badfic Author: If grammar isn't you're thing, I suggest another line of work.
And keep a sharp eyes out, the person who tells me how many times they say ADOBE in this story gets a cookie, cause I was too blinded with pain to actually look for them all...
Story:
Darkness the only safe time, uh, what? well if any thing is safe at all within what was previously known as the western territories of the free republic. Apparently, apart from being unsafe (for work) (oh, hai thar, CAPSLOCK reference!) commas are NOT your friend, Badfic Author... One thing however never changed and that was the deserts and the heat of the days. Right...T_T
He only learned recently that the usurper the what? Lord Draemere from the boyar again, what? class whom rose up against his father was holed up somewhere within the Sierra Madre. And so it is on his travels to destroy this latest evil one where he discovers that all that is given is never lost What was given and WHY IN HELL did you lose it, you moron??? and that the nameless god above is not to be feared. Okay, firstly, I barely understood those last two sentences, and secondly, there are only two sentences...Apparently, here in la-la-land, run on sentences are supposed to make things easier to understand...
The steady pace of Midnight’s hooves and the occasional coyote are all the sounds that enter D’s sensitive ears for once. The demon known as Lefty leaving him alone for the now as the clear starry night engulfs them within the vastness of the desert-scape.
Desert-scape? DESERT-SCAPE??? ARGH!!!! And, oh, hello there, strange and random tense changes, i didn't see you coming.
D’s thoughts lingering back to the moment when the horrid sound of his first beloved steed’s throat had been cut by the brigand Draemere’s orders That's funny, I didn't know words could cut throats, I must be REALLY as his father’s home was being besieged. Whose father? I, for one, am thoroughly confused. The fires, smells, his father’s anger and the undeniable power as his father wept openly over the broken body of his consort, D’s mother.
Then D being wisped eh, what? away in a blink of an eye by his father’s dark magick, (AAAAH! I WILL DESTROY YOU!!!!) to awaken later encased within the trunk of a mighty oak that grew on the next mountain over from his home.
Within his heart a lust beyond that of blood to ensure that those that started this “dark holy” war would find their karmas at the end of this sword. *finds self with sword point on nose tip* Oh, hi there KARMA, I wasn't expecting you, and what a lovely shine you have, and such sharp edges. They make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. It was also here that he discovered he was not alone. His father’s last act of love towards his only son, he provided him a “guardian” as were. In the god of lights terms an angel but since the world from whence D was born contained no light save his mother, spirits save her soul. We would have to say guardian demon is best to categorize him. One who saved his skin time and again and even though Lefty could have this unerring ability of never keeping his mouth shut when D would rather hear silence, he could never deny that he was forever indebted for this reminder of family lost. Uh, awkward paragraph is awkward?
Thusly the silence was broken. “D?” “D?” “Yo, D hey any idea where we are at? No, just...just no. I don't want to even begin talking about that last sentence...leave me ALONE, modern day butchering of the english language!!!! You know not much longer to O’dark hundred leaving and crack of dawn setting in here. TT_TT I died a little on the inside at that last sentence. Not to mention heatstroke is not in my vocabulary nor should it be in yours, as a much needed condition. Hellooooooooooo, earth to D we need shelter soon!!!!!”
In a flat monotone he whispered, “don’t worry.” Where did the capitalization go? Nudging Midnight to pick up the pace as he noted a thin wisp of smoke on the horizon they were off. *sighs*
The ancient little adobe (1) had been through much, seen vastly and yet stood proud as a sanctuary for many a traveler that ventured through. The current caretaker started her day as always giving thanks to the maker above she went outside to sweep up the covered stalls. Presently afterwards *stabs self* this us just soooo wrong, on so many excruciatingly painful levels ensuring there would be fresh water and feed for any of the makers four footed creations that may come by that particular day. Or any other for that matter for it was her way. Inside the adobe (2) she swept up the floors, made the spare cot up & placed some water to heat upon the fireplace that burned her favorite wood, pinion. Okay, I voluntarily took two years of woodshop, and I was good at it, but I have A) never heard of this "pinion" stuff and B) I have never heard of someone having a "favorite wood" (GET YOUR MINDS OUT OF THE GUTTER!!!) Gathering a few dried juniper berries from one of the clay jars she set to making a tea. "A" tea, not even just tea, but "A" tea...*sighs* While the tea steeped she commenced work upon grinding the days meal for flatbread when she heard the initial sound of hooves outside her door. A gentle smile approached her lips as she muttered, “come in.” Muttered...she...she muttered, "Come in," to someone who probably can't hear her...*stabs fanfiction*...YOU CANNOT DEFY LOGIC LIKE THIS!!!
The sun had already shown above the horizon when he approached the lone adobe (3). If they say the word "adobe" one more time...Senses open and ready for any unforeseen events that may assault him. Events...he's waiting for "events" to assault him. I'm gonna take a wild guess and say the author was going for enemies, but I think I'm wrong, which just makes this all the more sad... But there was more to be had presently then the simple two words from a female voice uttering, come-in. Dismounting from Midnight he slowly walked his steed to the covered coral where he noticed fresh water and feed were waiting in anticipation. HI! We're inanimate objects, and we've been waiting IN ANTICIPATION for your arrival, because, ya know, we have so many other places to be, and the means to get there...
Then gingerly - urgently I'm no physicist, but I'm pretty sure it's physically impossible to be both at once to get out of the suns developing heat Isn't that what the sun is supposed to do? You know, providing energy, all that jazz. he entered the adobe. (4) *headdesk* The scent of pinion and juniper wafted up to his nose as his eyes re adjusted to the dimly lit dwelling. The dark silhouette of a woman caught his eye as she continued to grind the meal. “You are welcome to rest here stranger, a bed is ready if sleep is what you are requiring. If not, please have a seat while I get you a cup of tea. It is not much but it is all I have. The bread will not be ready for a bit yet. I trust your steed is in fine want for water and food. The shade will help him stay cool as the sun warms this area. Oh my god, just kill me now please... My name is Shilea and if you are in need of anything please let me know.”
"Hi, I'm long winded country bumpkin, please feel free to hate my guts as I ramble on WITHOUT COMMAS AND WITH POOR GRAMMATICAL SKILLS!!!"
I. AM. A. COLLEGE. STUDENT!!!!
D slightly bowed and quietly said, “thank you” as he cautiously sat in the rustic chair it can't just be a bloody freaking chair, no...it has to be a rustic chair across the table from where she had been vigorously with a stone pestle grinding acorn & jojoba nuts into a stone mortar. He vaguely recalled reading that the ancient Native Americans used this in creating their food. Because vampire hunters get so many opportunities to read up on Native American food production, don'tcha know?
The teakettle hissed its readiness as she proceeded to fill the clay mug with the steaming juniper tea. Seemingly turning and not looking up once she presented the tea to him. Graciously he took the mug from her and asked, “Is this all that is here?” SHE ALREADY TOLD YOU THAT WAS ALL THERE WAS!!! Have you become hard of hearing, or are the centuries of being accompanied by nothing but a demonic hand finally affection what little brain matter you have left??? Gently smiling she returned to her work and said, “Yes, if all that you see is just that.”
I would like to die now...I don't even know if I can finish this...I may just need to stop now...
The meal was becoming finer almost ready to make the dough for her bread. Never once did she raise her head to look upon him even now as he studied her intently while cautiously sipping what turned out to be one of the most calming teas he ever experienced. Hello, tense change! Lefty finally speaking in his mind that “something is not quite what it seems here D, be careful.” But D sensed no wrongs here in this space. Watching her actions seemed peaceful, so peaceful in fact that before long he was finding himself extremely exhausted. Perhaps it was the long journey thus far or the exposure he had taken previously under the heat of the sun. Whatever it was that plagued him at that moment was lost as he fell into a deep relaxing sleep.
Shilea finally looked at him and gave a bit of a smile as she thought poor dear he really needs that rest. Walking over to his hunched over form, she removed his hat, sword and cape. Yeah, that's the first thing I'd do, strip the prickly vampire-halfling of his clothes and sword...*facepalm* Then saying a prayer type incantation she asked for the god of light to give her strength so she could move him to the awaiting cot. Because occasionally, we just need to look up, face down logic, and scream "FUCK YOU!!!" Lefty was acutely aware of the situation but powerless to do anything to assist his owner if the need were to arise. Seeing as, in the anime, "Lefty" was capable of waking D from UNCONCIOUSNESS, I find this rather hard to believe. Shilea’s prayer had left the creature and D unharmed. The golden glow, when was the last time Lefty had seen such a thing? Because awkward sentence is awkward? He would have to think upon this and time he presently had much of. Once Shilea had them tucked in as it were she addressed D’s guardian. “Little Dark one, no harm comes to any whom enter here as long as their hearts are pure. Rest now your journeys ahead need all of your strengths.” So on that Lefty felt himself float into the sea of darkness. And she knows about the mutant hand...how?
The meal finally ground she proceeded to make into a dough. She always loved the elastic feel between here fingers while she kneaded it. The fire hot she pan-fried the dough into the flat little breads that would keep longer than the traditional ones of the east. Kiddies, this is not, contrary to this fanfic, how you make flatbreads.
Satisfied that this task was completed she placed her shawl about her head and proceeded out into the day to check upon D’s horse Midnight. The first thing that caught her attention was that he was laying down which was a bit odd since that is not the norm. She slowly went over and checked the water levels only to notice that it remained untouched along with the feed. Poor, poor, dear!!! WHAT. THE. HELL???
Shilea chanted a quick prayer and ordered Midnight to arise to his stance. Gradually Midnight obeyed the magic that was coming through his body forcing him to arise. Okay, apparently prayer and magic are the same thing here in fairy land...weren't witches burned by the church? Gently stroking his muzzle and cooing inside his ear she kept Midnight walking about with her in the heat of the day. With one hand upon Midnight she searched for the tubing she had placed long ago in an outside storage box. Upon finding she had to coax Midnight to the spring well. She had to heal the poor horse before his insides twisted up. Shilea wondered to herself when the last time D had thought to take better care of his magnificent creature. He knows not what he really has here, they do not create this type of animal any longer.
Midnight - series 280 ZX 9. The first line of organically enhanced steeds created in 2020ad by one of the finest neuro-cybergenisist of that era. The only modifications created at the time were the titanium skeletons and the two-thirds positron-brain implants. The rest of the animal was solely organic. It ate, slept, defecated and mated like a normal horse. Ooooookay...I REALY didn't need that... Shilea sighed one of the last of God’s almost untouched creations. “Come Midnight you must stay up. After all what would D and Lefty do without you?” Get a new sodding horse...
D had wondered what it was like to have the feel of flight and yet not be flying. WOW, THAT was random.
The eagle how majestic. *kills self*
The raven so dark against the skies. *rises from the dead and kills fanfic*
It was Sister Raven whom heard his call and it was she that took D to the pathway of the great beyond. Where he saw his long begotten mother. She seemed so sad and yet upon seeing her child a twinkle arose in her eyes. She embraced him once more the scent of roses embedded in her bosom that no longer arose & fell with the fire of life. Ever so briefly it was before they had to part. Somehow forgetting he to was half human. His mother’s embrace returned in him a forgotten longing, the dream within the dream. Some how naught and yet never forgotten. “Mother” a tear rolling down his cheek, his heart somehow breaking once more. Brother Eagle scooped him up at this venture soaring higher still before depositing him on the precipice where Brother Wolf sings to the moon. It is here that D sees what appears to be the back of his father. Slowly he approaches to the side of the visage represented shadowy only to beheld at bay, “Father?” The voice is his fathers and yet not. *zombie headdesk of DOOM* Utterance within, far, far within. “Remember, remember me”
D’s eyes open wide! A intense (ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) carnelian blue glow alighting his irises. “D, Lefty chimes in, wake- up!” Fully alert D abounds Abounds? HE FUCKING ABOUNDS??? AAARRRGGHHH!!!!!!! from the cot where Shilea had lain him earlier. Looking around he sees no one.
Gathering his cape, hat & weapons he exits the adobe (5) *stab* to stop in dead tracks as he watches Shilea walking and tending to his much loved steed, Midnight within the pre twilight evening light.
An ever so soft golden glow transfusing around both entities. D’s eyes now fully open. The blue subsided he sees as if the waters were as clear as crystal. EH?????????? And at this moment, Lefty chimes in…..
“D, D? I remember
I recall” Whose speaking?
“Recall?”, D semi-mutely responds.
“Seraphim” “Seraphim”
Lefty exclaims
This is the second time within millennium
“D”
“I”
“You just do not ever forget the calling card of the Seraphim.”
“They are the God of chokes hard to say amongst my kind of of Light’s messengers.”
“D”
“We are within the presence of a true rare divinity.”
That last part...yeah...pardon me a moment...*grabs kitchen knife*...*STABBITYSTABSTABDEATHSTAB*
The hunter knew & was not afraid as he now ignored largely the guardian demon that was physically part of him. Instead he thought of only his beloved steed Midnight and proceeded forward to enquire what he could do to help. For his own horse...yeah, smart D. Ask what you can do for your own damn animal, which you've obviously had for a while and consequently TAKEN CARE OF, I'm assuming, all by your lonesome...*sighs*
Shilea knew they were there. She kept without cease walking Midnight. When D asked with a heart felt voice. “What can I do to help?” “Hunter, please walk your horse I grow weary of this task. “ Cause I'm a country bumpkin I get soooooo little exercise... “Besides someone has to create the medicine he needs & my creator only blessed me with two arms.” because, as you can see and contrary to popular belief, I am NOT an octopus. A hint of a smile betakes D as he takes over walking Midnight. Shilea walking, gliding away. D notes she still does not look upon him with her eyes. He also imprints upon his minds eye that she is tall & yet not. Her hair is chestnut & touches below her waist. Like ink it flows straight to the point. She has a pleasing form. A smile tempting his lips as he walks Midnight around and around within the coral.
*walks by, does double take*
Why, hello there MARY SUE, I didn't want to see you in this fic, but, apparently, fate had other plans...damnit
Inside the adobe (6) *I am now dead AT LEAST four times over* Shilea stokes the almost acquitted flames on the hearth with additional pinion wood and now the addition of sage. Poking through a few jars she blends the herbs creating a remedy sure fix for Midnight and his owner. OH MAH GAWD!!! It's like aspirin Diligently uttering her prayers as the mix is heated over the flame and is to be used to bring them all to wholeness.
Preparing
Strengthening
I feel the need to go shopping for periods...and commas...
She continues to pray to the father her God to vanquish the dark evil that plagues his world.
“D”
“D?????” WHERE DID ALL THE QUESTION MARKS COME FROM????????? DX<
“D, I’m talking to you.”
“Before you threaten me yet again to behead me via your four fingers hear me.”
“This place, she will heal you if you are willing to take the chance.” “Open up your soul D.” “D?” “D?”
DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
D squeezed his hand into a tightened fist and ignored the demons chatter. Midnight was first and foremost to the present on his mind as Shilea returned to administer the medicine. From muzzle to stern upon the steed she worked with energy anew. Uttering a barely audible incantation prayer to the God of Light above.
D, out of respect and yet part of his dark legacy shrank away during this ritual and yet her glow took on more gold and a hint of blue. Her hair floated about her like papyrus upon the winds. Her scent……D inhales F*ck...kill me now, pretty please...
Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Reminding him of something remembered long ago. Warm so incredibly warm.
The glow dies down as does the chanting. Midnight neighs with a robust renewal of energy as he is now drawn to the fresh water that Shilea had left out for him earlier. Past AND present tense, all in the same sentence...what could possibly go wrong? Shilea lightly smiles as her breath leaves her body. She collapses only to have D collect her in his arms. He could not imagine having this deity falling upon the desert floor. For the first time he looks down upon her unconscious face. How serene that face is. He takes her inside the adobe (7) and lays her down upon her modest bed when her eyes snap open. It is at this moment that for the first time her eyes are now in front of him for the first time since his arrival. They are a deep forest green and they seem to look past him. Lefty’s voice inside his head, “this explains much.” “Hunter”, she whispers I gave my eyes away long ago.” “I do not need them for my maker has blessed me with far better sight then my human eyes alone ever could have.” So now those orbs within her started glowing with a different form of sight. And now it is her turn to breathe in all that is him.
MARY SUE USED MAIDEN IN DISTRESS, UNFORTUNATELY, IT IS HIGHLY EFFECTIVE!!!
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Smiling
Their eyes pulse lock with an eternal beat that could rival the lightening within the desert storms.
I have damaged my keyboard with the amount of times I've banged my head against it trying not to die from this...
Smiling
Gently *reads from milk carton* Oh, look, the periods are MISSING!!!
Shilea reaches up to meet D’s lips. Her hands locked around his neck feeling the silken strands of his hair. She thrills to the sensation of his wanton lips against hers. The lightness of them as they glide down her throat. D’s canines however were somehow in check as only the human part of him was allowed to escape. *gasp* though it's never happened before, somehow the country bumpkin got to the damn OFF switch The smoothness of her shoulders, their frailty & yet unyielding strength they commanded. Her hands held the expanse of his back with a firmness that allowed him more freedom to discover the delicate scent of her cleavage.
There was a sex scene, but I'm not cruel enough to force that on ANYONE, even my worst enemies...I'm being completely serious...
And the last part is confusing like shit, cause it's nothing but disjointed not-quite-sentences and run-ons and vague thoughts that really have no right to be written down, because, frankly, we could do without...
After reading this fic, I fell over, died, re-animated myself...and stabbed the fanfic and the country bumpkin from hell to death with a spork...thank you...and good night...