Drabble prompt Incentive
A sense of foreboding, violent and sudden, pricked along the edge of Kikyou's delicate senses. Under normal circumstances, the priestess felt at home among the singing birds and the whispering of the warm breeze through forest greenery. Here, she was neither known nor judged.
Since the day when she had re-awoken from death, she had felt little other than the slight, inconsistent twinge of empathy and an uncontrollable amount of bitterness. It was odd to her now, this feeling of being watched. She didn't listen to petty gossip, she never had, but in the quiet of the forest she could almost hear the elements murmuring about her. She was dead. She was exposed. She shouldn't be here, not just in these woods, but on this very plane of existence.
The priestess would have fallen there, onto the ground, and stayed there; this was not life, she had no future, she wanted to rest, but a slight tugging on her senses gave her the will to continue her journey. As stubborn now as she always had been, Kikyou carried on.
She had a job to do.
Since the day when she had re-awoken from death, she had felt little other than the slight, inconsistent twinge of empathy and an uncontrollable amount of bitterness. It was odd to her now, this feeling of being watched. She didn't listen to petty gossip, she never had, but in the quiet of the forest she could almost hear the elements murmuring about her. She was dead. She was exposed. She shouldn't be here, not just in these woods, but on this very plane of existence.
The priestess would have fallen there, onto the ground, and stayed there; this was not life, she had no future, she wanted to rest, but a slight tugging on her senses gave her the will to continue her journey. As stubborn now as she always had been, Kikyou carried on.
She had a job to do.