Embracing Ice: Chapter Thirty-Five Preview!
Yay! Finally done with it! (I've rewritten this blasted chapter six-ways from Sunday.) But, I am finally satisfied, so enjoy the preview!
Embracing Ice
Chapter Thirty-Five: Fondly Absent
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They were screaming inside of her head.
In the past few days, they seemed to have gathered more strength and were weakening the chains she held over them. With each struggle, they sent pain rippling through her like she had never before known, and her resolve to remain in the Land of the Living started to slip through her fingers.
‘You wish to be rid of us, yes?
You wish to torture us until we cannot whisper in your mind.
Tell us, Bishou, when did you become so weak?
You could call us before…
Yes, you called.
You called!
But, powerless dog, we are stronger now.
We feed in the night,
Off fears and shadows,
Worries and torment,
And the sickness in your pretty little head.
We will not be banished.
We will not be called.
We will be master.
We are master,
And we have called you.
We will tell you. We will tell you.’
Tightening their hold on her body, the spirits sent a cold stab through her back, causing her to arch and writhe in agony. “Don’t do this,” Bishou cried, her hands moving to clutch her head. “You need me.”
‘Need.
We need nothing, dog.
We need no Seer.’
“I am your vessel,” the inu argued, holding her voice steady with the last bit of strength remaining inside of her.
‘Worthless.
We could find a home in another’s body…
Your son’s, perhaps.
Yes, yes, so much easier to control, he is.’
With a devious cackle, they taunted her.
‘Should we go to the inu prince, Seer?
Should we command his body the way we do yours?
Flesh and bone, you are;
Dirt and dust you will become.
An end is near,
The Eye is clear.
The dragon’s strength rests in his claws,
Mightier than the worthless dog’s paws.
He hunts; he feeds!
He hates; he seethes!
Son and father vengeance seek,
Still, between them, anger, bleak.
This you know; in this, you lie.
Heed our words, Bishou,
You will die.’
The world faded to a dull gray, background noises reverberating through her empty head. Struggling to rise, Bishou ignored the sweat trails painting her face and rose to take a drunken step toward the entrance of the den. ‘My daughter. I have to warn Kagome.’
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Embracing Ice
Chapter Thirty-Five: Fondly Absent
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They were screaming inside of her head.
In the past few days, they seemed to have gathered more strength and were weakening the chains she held over them. With each struggle, they sent pain rippling through her like she had never before known, and her resolve to remain in the Land of the Living started to slip through her fingers.
‘You wish to be rid of us, yes?
You wish to torture us until we cannot whisper in your mind.
Tell us, Bishou, when did you become so weak?
You could call us before…
Yes, you called.
You called!
But, powerless dog, we are stronger now.
We feed in the night,
Off fears and shadows,
Worries and torment,
And the sickness in your pretty little head.
We will not be banished.
We will not be called.
We will be master.
We are master,
And we have called you.
We will tell you. We will tell you.’
Tightening their hold on her body, the spirits sent a cold stab through her back, causing her to arch and writhe in agony. “Don’t do this,” Bishou cried, her hands moving to clutch her head. “You need me.”
‘Need.
We need nothing, dog.
We need no Seer.’
“I am your vessel,” the inu argued, holding her voice steady with the last bit of strength remaining inside of her.
‘Worthless.
We could find a home in another’s body…
Your son’s, perhaps.
Yes, yes, so much easier to control, he is.’
With a devious cackle, they taunted her.
‘Should we go to the inu prince, Seer?
Should we command his body the way we do yours?
Flesh and bone, you are;
Dirt and dust you will become.
An end is near,
The Eye is clear.
The dragon’s strength rests in his claws,
Mightier than the worthless dog’s paws.
He hunts; he feeds!
He hates; he seethes!
Son and father vengeance seek,
Still, between them, anger, bleak.
This you know; in this, you lie.
Heed our words, Bishou,
You will die.’
The world faded to a dull gray, background noises reverberating through her empty head. Struggling to rise, Bishou ignored the sweat trails painting her face and rose to take a drunken step toward the entrance of the den. ‘My daughter. I have to warn Kagome.’
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