Excursions by Ejunknown [One shot #73, Prompt: Conquest]
In all fairness, when she thought about it, it would never hurt to try. It had been nearly an hour - if she could reckon correctly, which she supposed she couldn’t as she never was any good at algebra - since her tall, ominous white shadow of a companion had faded into the gap between the trees encircling there chosen ‘sleeping’ area for the night. The bite of the cold has irritated her as she had held her breath and waited, the air chilling the skim of her nose and chin, until she had been positive she utterly couldn’t wait anymore.
Her breath huffed out uncertainly in a white puff of steam ahead of her as she edged past the lifeless fringe of fur that draped across her, her small frame trembling slightly as she finally found her feet and faced the trees, eyes moving immediately to the shadows.
Her heart was pounding in her chest, the pulse throbbing up to her head.
There was no sort of response, at all, to her movement; the depths inside as still as if frozen like what remained of the vegetation around them - and she was nearly, nearly positive that there was nothing else out there. Her steps nudged forward tentatively, edging around the dirty edges of her practically empty pack - she almost laughed aloud at the thought. Really, Kagome, if you had could be able to know that, you wouldn’t have gotten yourself into this mess in the first place.
She was cold (the rations in her pack could only last so long), she was hungry, and as her jii-chan had taught her, when life dishes you lemons… make lemonade. She had been kidnapped enough times, really, that if she did nothing, anyway, Inuyasha would kill her.
So here she was. Kagome. ‘Little Miko’. Escaping.
Well, she couldn’t really even call it escape either, the persistent thought in the back of her head nudged her, as she wasn’t bound or guarded or… anything. Her foot crashed down, snapping the dead wood of a tree branch angrily in half with a large echoing snap that split through the trees, but she didn’t even notice
He appeared before her a moment later, and she had to truly wonder at her escaping abilities if three steps out of the clearing was all it took to alert her captor to her intentions.
Wary eyes turned uneasily to the tall taiyoukai - before widening abruptly as they took in the full form of the man. The glistening red that she had first assumed to be his scarlet power had splattered the pure-white of his clothing, revealing blood stains that had not been there before. Her eyes moved automatically to the source of the spatter, the slender lines of his hand, the streaks of red across stark in bloody contrast to the light palor of his claws. It was in almost wonder, as she turned to face him fully, and her heart skidded in her chest, she was forced admit that somehow, covered in blood, he was beautiful.
“By your agreement, you bound yourself to me, stronger than any blood oath. You are Mine, and you will fulfil your obligation. Is that clear, little miko?”
A blood-striped corpse accompanied the softly spoken words, his conquest angled with delicate precision so that the gaping mouth of fangs didn’t escape her notice, the feral yet distinctive feline aggression recognisable easily as Chinese Tiger.
He’d left the woman, tempted by the thrill of the hunt - despite his obviously validated desire not to -the intangible temptation this rare enemy provided too much, his brief excitement at this hunt sending uncomfortable quivers through his youki. He was starting to regret his lapse in judgement - but, as his gaze swept over the diminutive form of the woman, thinner than he had thought, the strain of their last week of travel baring themselves awkwardly across her body, at the same time, it had put forward the opportunity for some important discussion.
He didn’t know what she needed, and she didn’t hunt. In fact he knew little about his charge, and despite her persistent questions attempting to divulge him of such, the pertinent woman had never been so kind as to proffer any information regarding herself. Her rudeness would be attended to.
Provided, he amended, the amber in his gaze sharpening as they assessed the tension in her stance, the woman didn’t bolt again.
This situation was as continually strange as it was frustrating - he fended for himself, clearly, but for a Lord of his standing, this situation was clearly at an odd with his normal. Plus, her increasingly flustered mind hurried to point out, his kill, that thing, was definitely not native here, even if here was five hundred years prior to the Japan she knew.
Wrapped up within her own increasing sense of panic, the stressed woman hadn’t noticed the patient approach of the youkai until the damned fur of the mokomoko surrounded her, tugging her gently. Unbalanced and caught unawares, she was unresisting as her little excursion was brought to an end, and she fell into the taiyoukai’s waiting claws.
Her breath huffed out uncertainly in a white puff of steam ahead of her as she edged past the lifeless fringe of fur that draped across her, her small frame trembling slightly as she finally found her feet and faced the trees, eyes moving immediately to the shadows.
Her heart was pounding in her chest, the pulse throbbing up to her head.
There was no sort of response, at all, to her movement; the depths inside as still as if frozen like what remained of the vegetation around them - and she was nearly, nearly positive that there was nothing else out there. Her steps nudged forward tentatively, edging around the dirty edges of her practically empty pack - she almost laughed aloud at the thought. Really, Kagome, if you had could be able to know that, you wouldn’t have gotten yourself into this mess in the first place.
She was cold (the rations in her pack could only last so long), she was hungry, and as her jii-chan had taught her, when life dishes you lemons… make lemonade. She had been kidnapped enough times, really, that if she did nothing, anyway, Inuyasha would kill her.
So here she was. Kagome. ‘Little Miko’. Escaping.
Well, she couldn’t really even call it escape either, the persistent thought in the back of her head nudged her, as she wasn’t bound or guarded or… anything. Her foot crashed down, snapping the dead wood of a tree branch angrily in half with a large echoing snap that split through the trees, but she didn’t even notice
He appeared before her a moment later, and she had to truly wonder at her escaping abilities if three steps out of the clearing was all it took to alert her captor to her intentions.
Wary eyes turned uneasily to the tall taiyoukai - before widening abruptly as they took in the full form of the man. The glistening red that she had first assumed to be his scarlet power had splattered the pure-white of his clothing, revealing blood stains that had not been there before. Her eyes moved automatically to the source of the spatter, the slender lines of his hand, the streaks of red across stark in bloody contrast to the light palor of his claws. It was in almost wonder, as she turned to face him fully, and her heart skidded in her chest, she was forced admit that somehow, covered in blood, he was beautiful.
“By your agreement, you bound yourself to me, stronger than any blood oath. You are Mine, and you will fulfil your obligation. Is that clear, little miko?”
A blood-striped corpse accompanied the softly spoken words, his conquest angled with delicate precision so that the gaping mouth of fangs didn’t escape her notice, the feral yet distinctive feline aggression recognisable easily as Chinese Tiger.
He’d left the woman, tempted by the thrill of the hunt - despite his obviously validated desire not to -the intangible temptation this rare enemy provided too much, his brief excitement at this hunt sending uncomfortable quivers through his youki. He was starting to regret his lapse in judgement - but, as his gaze swept over the diminutive form of the woman, thinner than he had thought, the strain of their last week of travel baring themselves awkwardly across her body, at the same time, it had put forward the opportunity for some important discussion.
He didn’t know what she needed, and she didn’t hunt. In fact he knew little about his charge, and despite her persistent questions attempting to divulge him of such, the pertinent woman had never been so kind as to proffer any information regarding herself. Her rudeness would be attended to.
Provided, he amended, the amber in his gaze sharpening as they assessed the tension in her stance, the woman didn’t bolt again.
This situation was as continually strange as it was frustrating - he fended for himself, clearly, but for a Lord of his standing, this situation was clearly at an odd with his normal. Plus, her increasingly flustered mind hurried to point out, his kill, that thing, was definitely not native here, even if here was five hundred years prior to the Japan she knew.
Wrapped up within her own increasing sense of panic, the stressed woman hadn’t noticed the patient approach of the youkai until the damned fur of the mokomoko surrounded her, tugging her gently. Unbalanced and caught unawares, she was unresisting as her little excursion was brought to an end, and she fell into the taiyoukai’s waiting claws.