Night Of The Dancing Flame by BloodyHues

Prologue

Posted by Foxy Lady (2007-08-04):

The story must have much of Sesshomaru's demon form, He can be dog-sized by his ablity, curse, accidently by kagome's miko powers, or whatever you can come up

with. Kagome and Sesshomaru's relationship should be developed through that form. But he should be able to return to his human form sometime, much later in the

story. The journey, would be about them collecting rest of shards, and thier courtship, and it must have good ending. It can be long oneshot or chapter story.

Night Of The Dancing Flame

BloodyHues

Prologue

The wind whips through the trees like a ghost, tearing at tender leaves as if they were a nuisance to be removed from the earth with no thought as to what purpose they are there for. Ruthlessly it continues on, the angry black clouds in the sky blowing them on... urging the destruction. It surges on and on, drops of stinging cold rain pouring down, catching in the fury and pelting against any unlucky living being that has not found shelter yet. But soon, the winds fly into a clearing with satisfaction, twisting and hollering around the godly figure that seems so unimpressed at its deathly show.

The winds spiral and crash, dip down and push out, before finally, in a bought of anxious rage, they churn upwards into a funnel about the form, turning inwards and crashing down into the stoic male, pushing with all its force against his head, demanding him to fall to his knees in silent recognition of its amazing power. Bored eyes open slowly, scowling out of the chaos, as a clawed hand reaches up, ready to strike out at the offending wind.

But, the wind and rain, having none of the subordinates disobediance, blasts outwards, a screaming noise filling the forest in which the show has been sheltered, and with a bolt of lightning streaking across the charcoal sky, thunder booming against the nearest mountains to echo back into sensitive ears, the wind engulfs the frame, tightening, relishing in the sudden tension of the male. It squeezes harder, unrelenting still, until with a mighty rip its driven backwards, having achieved its goal as the beautiful figure falls to the ground, almost seemingly lifeless.

Retreating with a calmer purpose, back the way it came, leaves being repaired on its way, the wind is but a whisper against the grass. The rain ceases to drown the world in its fury, and the clouds slowly begin to fade from black, to grey, and finally a sparse puffy white.

Wicked black eyes smile into the distance, soaking in the released wind of rage, taking a deep breath of fresh air as the tainted disappears along with the beings' thirst for revenge. With a small step in the opposite direction from where the incapacitated Western Lord now rests, the figure chuckles and tips its head back. What a wonderful way to start a new year.

The Master would truly be pleased with this new development.

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