InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Wandering Phantom ❯ Preface ( Prologue )
[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]
By: KitofAngelon 
It's ok if you don't understand this section. It's just the beginning. It'll all tie up in the end ^ ~
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.30.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 430 | Visits: 215 | Status: Work In Progress
It's ok if you don't understand this section. It's just the beginning. It'll all tie up in the end ^ ~
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.30.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 430 | Visits: 215 | Status: Work In Progress
Preface
A dark mist swirled around the valley next to a giant mountain range. The moon, so beautiful, glowed voluptuously round. Clouds dared not to trundle around the black sky this night. The stars seemed dimly lit, and the wind blew hauntingly chilling, and heavy. The long blades of grass seemed like a river, and swished to the north. Winter’s icy clasp was approaching quickly. The tree’s leaves, full and green, blew off in a flurry of oranges and reds. A dappled brook glittered in the pale light, and seemed to emanate a sheer blue beauty. Yet more than dark haunted this nigh.
High over the hill, seeming to levitate, was a man. Yet, not a man. His large bat wings spread out to their tips rustled lightly, and kept him in a floating updraft. His skin had been touched slightly by a kiss from the sun, and his hair flew to the bottom of his neck in a light brown flurry. His shirt was decorated in a fool’s pattern, but was loosely floating around his muscularly thin body. His legs were thin, very thin, and seemed to long for him, but he held himself well. Tight black breeches decorated his long gams, and gently curled around his large joker pointed shoes. A large desert sword hung loosely at his side, and his long fingers decorated its glossy green handle. His eyebrows creased in worry. Everything had to be all right. The task would be accomplished. Everything would be all right. As soon as he found her, his power would not break free from his body again. He would have free reign over himself. Why was she so selfish!
The man raised his hand over his eyes to glance at the moon. He was perfect in appearance. No other man compared to him in utter beauty. Well, none except a few from his race. That would include his eldest brother in which he was not allowed to talk about and one other from his homeland that his sister was to wed. None other compared! However, he was not haughty of his looks. He had a peaceful personality, and an amiable quality that he possessed in quantity. Though this one deed would push him to utter insanity. Yet she must be taught, never mess with a demon that cares.
And with a haunting cry that came from the pits of his frozen soul, sparkling tears burst from his beautiful lavender eyes, and utter grief exploded in the form of a giant white light…
A dark mist swirled around the valley next to a giant mountain range. The moon, so beautiful, glowed voluptuously round. Clouds dared not to trundle around the black sky this night. The stars seemed dimly lit, and the wind blew hauntingly chilling, and heavy. The long blades of grass seemed like a river, and swished to the north. Winter’s icy clasp was approaching quickly. The tree’s leaves, full and green, blew off in a flurry of oranges and reds. A dappled brook glittered in the pale light, and seemed to emanate a sheer blue beauty. Yet more than dark haunted this nigh.
High over the hill, seeming to levitate, was a man. Yet, not a man. His large bat wings spread out to their tips rustled lightly, and kept him in a floating updraft. His skin had been touched slightly by a kiss from the sun, and his hair flew to the bottom of his neck in a light brown flurry. His shirt was decorated in a fool’s pattern, but was loosely floating around his muscularly thin body. His legs were thin, very thin, and seemed to long for him, but he held himself well. Tight black breeches decorated his long gams, and gently curled around his large joker pointed shoes. A large desert sword hung loosely at his side, and his long fingers decorated its glossy green handle. His eyebrows creased in worry. Everything had to be all right. The task would be accomplished. Everything would be all right. As soon as he found her, his power would not break free from his body again. He would have free reign over himself. Why was she so selfish!
The man raised his hand over his eyes to glance at the moon. He was perfect in appearance. No other man compared to him in utter beauty. Well, none except a few from his race. That would include his eldest brother in which he was not allowed to talk about and one other from his homeland that his sister was to wed. None other compared! However, he was not haughty of his looks. He had a peaceful personality, and an amiable quality that he possessed in quantity. Though this one deed would push him to utter insanity. Yet she must be taught, never mess with a demon that cares.
And with a haunting cry that came from the pits of his frozen soul, sparkling tears burst from his beautiful lavender eyes, and utter grief exploded in the form of a giant white light…