InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Freedom Dance ❯ Freedom Dance (drabble) ( Chapter 1 )
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
TITLE: Freedom Dance
CHAPTER: oneshot (drabble)
AUTHOR: Ankh Ascendant ( setosgirl0 / neferseti0 )
DATE: 8-29-09
FANDOM: Inuyasha
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own Inuyasha, or make any money from it.
PAIRINGS: maybe implied Sesshoumaru/Kagura
TYPE: It doesn't really have one, so I'll label it Fluff.
RATING: G
WARNINGS: none
OCs: none
BETA: none
WORDS: 125
SUMMARY: Sesshoumaru watches the wind in its dance.
NOTES: This was written from a list of writing prompts (http://neferseti0.livejournal.com/4249.html). This prompt was "feathers".
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Freedom Dance
Moonlight dances with the wind, both silent, cold, and pure. The scent on the air is of nothing, the clean smell of the wind itself. I like it best this way, unadulterated, pristine.
The smell of the wind is the smell of tragedy, of Naraku's cruelty, of unforgiving fate.
There is a small gleam in the moonlight as it catches on the wind. A simple white feather tumbles gracefully through the air, joining the dance, being taken wherever the wind will carry it. My eyes follow it as it soars into the moonlight, free of pain and of the chains of this life.
She is here, when she wants to be... She can be wherever she desires, go wherever she wants, finally.
She is free.
~end~
CHAPTER: oneshot (drabble)
AUTHOR: Ankh Ascendant ( setosgirl0 / neferseti0 )
DATE: 8-29-09
FANDOM: Inuyasha
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own Inuyasha, or make any money from it.
PAIRINGS: maybe implied Sesshoumaru/Kagura
TYPE: It doesn't really have one, so I'll label it Fluff.
RATING: G
WARNINGS: none
OCs: none
BETA: none
WORDS: 125
SUMMARY: Sesshoumaru watches the wind in its dance.
NOTES: This was written from a list of writing prompts (http://neferseti0.livejournal.com/4249.html). This prompt was "feathers".
* * *
Freedom Dance
Moonlight dances with the wind, both silent, cold, and pure. The scent on the air is of nothing, the clean smell of the wind itself. I like it best this way, unadulterated, pristine.
The smell of the wind is the smell of tragedy, of Naraku's cruelty, of unforgiving fate.
There is a small gleam in the moonlight as it catches on the wind. A simple white feather tumbles gracefully through the air, joining the dance, being taken wherever the wind will carry it. My eyes follow it as it soars into the moonlight, free of pain and of the chains of this life.
She is here, when she wants to be... She can be wherever she desires, go wherever she wants, finally.
She is free.
~end~