InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Demon of Another Color ❯ A Search Ended ( Chapter 6 )
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By: Baske 
Astarte people have found her
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Fantasy / Action | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 04.02.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 173 | Status: Completed
Astarte people have found her
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Fantasy / Action | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 04.02.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 173 | Status: Completed
Chapter 6: Search Ended
The inu and uma youkai sprinted in the direction of the puissant scent, their hushed feet instinctively seeking out the quiet, soft parts of the earth and avoiding inanimate leaves and twigs. Had her scent not brushed his nose and her form not advance in the reflection of his orbs, Sesshoumaru would have never known she was running beside him. He could sense her nervousness and anticipation amplify with the scent as they neared, her feet hit the earth faster and somewhat more recklessly and she surpassed him. The scent itself, Sesshoumaru realized, was no mere collection of demons, but an army. The blue, liquid-like barrier came into view and Astarte skid to a halt with Sesshoumaru stopping with lissome behind her. His acute ears caught her quiet gasp.
It was army of horse demon. Though his facial expressions never so much as twitched, Sesshoumaru was surprised. A lost civilization was right here outside his borders. One spotted them almost as soon as they appeared from the brush and gave a shrill noise, alerting the other thousand to cease their attack on the barrier. The inu-youkai's stoic gaze trailed over the battalion, males and females, all clad in similar clothing to Astarte's when he first spotted her. There were some coloration and design differences, and many wore bone armor. Several of the females in front had gems embedded in their armor, one stepped forward cautiously.
"Astarte?"
The whole accumulation went wide-eyed and gaped at her as if they had seen a ghost. All was still and quiet, and had it not been for the wind that rustled up a few leaves and Sesshoumaru's kimono, it would have seemed that time had paused.
Astarte was the one to break the caesura. Her ashen eyes went brillant, "My sisters!"
Sesshoumaru glanced to the three jewel armored in front. 'Sisters?'
"Hold it!"
A deep, thundering voice bellowed from the front. A huge male advanced a step. He stood a full head taller than those around him and his armor seemed to hug in his cumbersome belly. His limbs were thick with muscle. His black hair was hacked short and his dark eyes did not look extremely intelligent. His attire was the hues of blue and yellow and those dolt eyes glared at Astarte with marked distrust.
“She could be another rogue and this could be another trick.” He cast a quick side-glance to the warriors behind him. They, in return, altered their looks at her from enthusiastic to wariness.
“You are a complete idiot, Lir.”
Another male’s voice, wholesome and vivid sounded from the side. Sesshoumaru watched as the demons hastily parted a path, those unable to move out of his way in time were “guided” away none to gently. This one stood tall and proud, even if only to the hulking male’s nose, and his very presence commanded the others around him to bow their heads a little and give him space. He was lean and rippled with muscle, which his copper skin pulled taunt across. A few aged scars were visible. His deep eyes reflected a veteran’s keenness though it was clear he was still well in prime. He marched right up to Lir, and snarled in his face.
“This is Astarte you dumbass!” They only exchanged fiery looks at each other for a split-moment before the larger broke the stare to look at the ground. Content with his victory, the new male turned his attention to the demoness on the other side of the barrier. Astarte stiffened when she saw his face.
“Kahar?”
The male sank to a kneel, his line of sight boring into the ground, “My lady, forgive this imbecile, he is of the Fifth Harem.”
Before she could get a word in edgewise, Lir snorted, “For all we know this is another trick. If you are the true Astarte, show your mark!” The slender male was glaring daggers at him.
During this time, Sesshoumaru had been watching the conversation motionlessly. This was between his guest and and those who sought her so there was no need for him to speak just yet. He knew he would cut in if necessary, but for the time being, he was curious of their interaction. By his side, in compliance to the hulking demon’s demand, Astarte casually turned her back to the legion. She pulled her glistening locks from her shoulder, revealing the marking that resembled a bloodied handprint across her shoulder blade that Sesshoumaru recognized from earlier.
The army of uma demons and demonesses gasped almost in unison and feel to their knees in a wave. Sesshoumaru heard a groan by his side and found Astarte’s forhead buried in a palm.
“Who are these people?” His apathetic voice finally formed words, his gold orbs looking over the bowed people. The females in jeweled armor were the only ones looking up, all three of them with eager eyes that beamed at Astarte.
“They are… were… my court....” Her voice was quieted, shamed almost to which the inu-youkai failed to understand why.
Lir spoke up, his sight focused on the ground and he seemed to lick his lips before speaking, “My most sincere apologies, my lady, I am unworthy of your presence and much less to be your vassal.” He looked up, his once intimidating glare now melted into the ogle of a gentle puppy,
“We have finally found out Matriarch.”
Sesshoumaru’s stoic gaze trailed over the bowed youkai and ended its path on Astarte. She was the “matriarch” of these people? By the sudden respect and groveling, he concluded it was a title of high ranking.
A voice deprived of emotion emitted from his parted lips, “As guest of my home, your people are also welcomed.” This Sesshoumaru was rather annoyed by the thought of so many youkai trampling his land. However, this was standard court etiquette and it would be a downfall of his honor and a rude gesture on Astarte to not make the offer.
The barrier parted and the three females in jeweled armor were at Astarte’s side almost instantly, hugging her and going on with “We’ve been looking every where for you!,” and “There is much to speak of,” and “We are glad to finally have our Matriarch back!” Astarte pulled away and the three smiled kindly.
“Riku, Tami, Asa, I have missed you all. I have a lot of questions…” She looked up to find Sesshoumaru already departing the area.
The toned male was nexted by her side, “My lady-“
Astarte lifted her chin, ”Kahar.” She turned without another word.
With the three females close behind her, and the brigade not too far behind them, Astarte followed the inu-youkai’s path.
Author’s note: Yea, I found a couple of the names from other books. Lir I think came from The Last Unicorn and Fenris is a Norse god. The next chapters are gonna be awesome, I already have them ready!
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The inu and uma youkai sprinted in the direction of the puissant scent, their hushed feet instinctively seeking out the quiet, soft parts of the earth and avoiding inanimate leaves and twigs. Had her scent not brushed his nose and her form not advance in the reflection of his orbs, Sesshoumaru would have never known she was running beside him. He could sense her nervousness and anticipation amplify with the scent as they neared, her feet hit the earth faster and somewhat more recklessly and she surpassed him. The scent itself, Sesshoumaru realized, was no mere collection of demons, but an army. The blue, liquid-like barrier came into view and Astarte skid to a halt with Sesshoumaru stopping with lissome behind her. His acute ears caught her quiet gasp.
It was army of horse demon. Though his facial expressions never so much as twitched, Sesshoumaru was surprised. A lost civilization was right here outside his borders. One spotted them almost as soon as they appeared from the brush and gave a shrill noise, alerting the other thousand to cease their attack on the barrier. The inu-youkai's stoic gaze trailed over the battalion, males and females, all clad in similar clothing to Astarte's when he first spotted her. There were some coloration and design differences, and many wore bone armor. Several of the females in front had gems embedded in their armor, one stepped forward cautiously.
"Astarte?"
The whole accumulation went wide-eyed and gaped at her as if they had seen a ghost. All was still and quiet, and had it not been for the wind that rustled up a few leaves and Sesshoumaru's kimono, it would have seemed that time had paused.
Astarte was the one to break the caesura. Her ashen eyes went brillant, "My sisters!"
Sesshoumaru glanced to the three jewel armored in front. 'Sisters?'
"Hold it!"
A deep, thundering voice bellowed from the front. A huge male advanced a step. He stood a full head taller than those around him and his armor seemed to hug in his cumbersome belly. His limbs were thick with muscle. His black hair was hacked short and his dark eyes did not look extremely intelligent. His attire was the hues of blue and yellow and those dolt eyes glared at Astarte with marked distrust.
“She could be another rogue and this could be another trick.” He cast a quick side-glance to the warriors behind him. They, in return, altered their looks at her from enthusiastic to wariness.
“You are a complete idiot, Lir.”
Another male’s voice, wholesome and vivid sounded from the side. Sesshoumaru watched as the demons hastily parted a path, those unable to move out of his way in time were “guided” away none to gently. This one stood tall and proud, even if only to the hulking male’s nose, and his very presence commanded the others around him to bow their heads a little and give him space. He was lean and rippled with muscle, which his copper skin pulled taunt across. A few aged scars were visible. His deep eyes reflected a veteran’s keenness though it was clear he was still well in prime. He marched right up to Lir, and snarled in his face.
“This is Astarte you dumbass!” They only exchanged fiery looks at each other for a split-moment before the larger broke the stare to look at the ground. Content with his victory, the new male turned his attention to the demoness on the other side of the barrier. Astarte stiffened when she saw his face.
“Kahar?”
The male sank to a kneel, his line of sight boring into the ground, “My lady, forgive this imbecile, he is of the Fifth Harem.”
Before she could get a word in edgewise, Lir snorted, “For all we know this is another trick. If you are the true Astarte, show your mark!” The slender male was glaring daggers at him.
During this time, Sesshoumaru had been watching the conversation motionlessly. This was between his guest and and those who sought her so there was no need for him to speak just yet. He knew he would cut in if necessary, but for the time being, he was curious of their interaction. By his side, in compliance to the hulking demon’s demand, Astarte casually turned her back to the legion. She pulled her glistening locks from her shoulder, revealing the marking that resembled a bloodied handprint across her shoulder blade that Sesshoumaru recognized from earlier.
The army of uma demons and demonesses gasped almost in unison and feel to their knees in a wave. Sesshoumaru heard a groan by his side and found Astarte’s forhead buried in a palm.
“Who are these people?” His apathetic voice finally formed words, his gold orbs looking over the bowed people. The females in jeweled armor were the only ones looking up, all three of them with eager eyes that beamed at Astarte.
“They are… were… my court....” Her voice was quieted, shamed almost to which the inu-youkai failed to understand why.
Lir spoke up, his sight focused on the ground and he seemed to lick his lips before speaking, “My most sincere apologies, my lady, I am unworthy of your presence and much less to be your vassal.” He looked up, his once intimidating glare now melted into the ogle of a gentle puppy,
“We have finally found out Matriarch.”
Sesshoumaru’s stoic gaze trailed over the bowed youkai and ended its path on Astarte. She was the “matriarch” of these people? By the sudden respect and groveling, he concluded it was a title of high ranking.
A voice deprived of emotion emitted from his parted lips, “As guest of my home, your people are also welcomed.” This Sesshoumaru was rather annoyed by the thought of so many youkai trampling his land. However, this was standard court etiquette and it would be a downfall of his honor and a rude gesture on Astarte to not make the offer.
The barrier parted and the three females in jeweled armor were at Astarte’s side almost instantly, hugging her and going on with “We’ve been looking every where for you!,” and “There is much to speak of,” and “We are glad to finally have our Matriarch back!” Astarte pulled away and the three smiled kindly.
“Riku, Tami, Asa, I have missed you all. I have a lot of questions…” She looked up to find Sesshoumaru already departing the area.
The toned male was nexted by her side, “My lady-“
Astarte lifted her chin, ”Kahar.” She turned without another word.
With the three females close behind her, and the brigade not too far behind them, Astarte followed the inu-youkai’s path.
Author’s note: Yea, I found a couple of the names from other books. Lir I think came from The Last Unicorn and Fenris is a Norse god. The next chapters are gonna be awesome, I already have them ready!
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