Texan Fun in the Feudal Era

A/N: I’ve drawn a couple pictures of Sy…I’ll put the link up soon…ish…or ya’ll could just email me at texan1wolf1@yahoo.com and I’ll send ‘em to ya. Oh, and next Friday, Sept. 9th, I’ll be on my way to Europe. A gift from my fiancé, so I won’t be here to update. Not to worry though, I’ll be back in a week…if I don’t die along the way or somethin’. Oh yeah, goin’ to Amsterdam…I’m so gonna smoke pot.


Operation: ‘It Begins’

Three days.

It had been three days since you had fallen down the hole.

That’s three days of walking. Three days of no Spongebob Squarepants. And three days of having to listen to yourself complain.

Being lost sucked.

It did however give you a wonderful opportunity to work on your beat-boxing skills.

You had finally resorted to using your own life energy to charge the batteries in your MP3 player…yes, your music was that important to your remaining sanity.

“I’m a bitch, I’m a tease, I’m a Goddess on my knees, when you hurt, when you suffer, I’m your angel undercover!” you belted out to the forest.

This was definitely the wrong thing to do.

Because your headphones were on to their full volume, you didn’t hear the cracking of twigs behind you. You also didn’t hear the heavy and ragged breathing of the creature stalking you. And you didn’t hear it come out of the brush to stand just behind you.

But good God, you did hear it when it up and roared in your ear.

You spun around on your heel to find yourself face to gut with what looked like a giant werewolf with rabies. It was really tall with grey fur all over its body and it was wearing a loincloth.

“Uhh…” you said intelligently.

It reared up on its hind legs and let out another tremendous roar and reached its clawed paws into the air before swiping them down across your bare stomach. Luckily you had enough sense left to jump back just in time.

But the fucker’s claws hooked onto your headphones and your MP3 player went flying.

You growled and brought up your fists.

“You sonavabitch!” you yelled. “I was gonna let your punk ass go, but now I feel like beatin’ the crap outta ya!”

The demon snarled, “You should be scared little human!”

You snorted, “Scared? Do I look like Little Red Riding Hood to you?!”

The demon roared in anger and swung its massive fists down on you. You barely dodged by back flipping into the clear sky, landing on a tree branch above the creature. The wolf howled and leapt up, slicing the branch you stood on in two.

You landed roughly on your feet and seethed.

“Alright, fine. Prepare to get your ass whooped!”

Your eyes flashed a startling green before settling back to their normal bright blue. You let out a high pitched giggle as the feeling of bliss swept over you as you went to your Nymph form. You moved into a crouched position and purred in content.

The wolf paused and sniffed the air.

“You’re no human,” he said gruffly.

You cocked your head and mewled in delight.

The demon closed his eyes and lowered to all fours, sniffing the air again and growling in response.

He took a few steps toward you, until he was only a few inches away. Then the demon bent his head down to your neck and took in a big breath. A loud grumbling noise sounded deep in his chest as his tail started to wag.

“You smell…good bitch,” he growled throatily.

You hummed seductively as you eyed his body.

For a creature not even close to being the same species as you, he was fairly attractive. He flexed his strong arms when he realized you were looking and his tail wagged even harder.

He nuzzled your throat with the tip of his snout and you giggled as his whiskers tickled your nose.

A moment later you suddenly spun on the spot and kicked out your booted foot, striking the demon directly on the nose.

He howled in pain and held his bleeding nose in both paws.

You laughed loudly and leapt away from him. When you landed, you stood straight and held out your hand. Instantly the ground cracked and a whip-like vine sprung from the grass, wrapping around your arm like a snake.

The vine had thorns along all of it except for the handle. It looked suspiciously like Kurama’s Rose Whip.

You gripped the handle tightly and let out an insane laughter as you cracked the new whip dangerously.

The wolf’s eyes widened in terror as you slowly closed in on him….


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Two hours later and you were on your way again with your MP3 clamped safely on your belt.

You huffed angrily, “Oh c’mon! Where the hell am I?! Why haven’t I seen a Taco Bell?! A Sonic?! A freakin’ KFC?!”

You shrieked in rage and stomped your booted feet, “WHERE AM I?!?!”

You paused as something caught your eye, “Is that smoke?”

It was.

And smoke meant…fire…which usually meant….

“Oh dear God! Civilization!” you cried as you started sprinting toward the thin wisp of smoke.

You grudgingly made your way up a steep hill, panting as you crested the top. Then you stopped. In the bottom of the hill lay an ugly and dead valley, and in the middle of that valley…was some sort of camp…type…thing…ish.

You raised an eyebrow and carefully made your way down, slipping more times than you would ever admit.

“What is this?” you wondered out loud. “…this is like…a Renaissance Festival…right?”

‘Que?’ said one of your voices.

‘Get back in your hole Raul!’ you mentally shouted.

‘Vete al Diablo,’ Raul retorted.

You blinked your wide blue eyes as you stared. It looked like a village straight from the past, everyone was dressed in weird looking dresses and children were running around playing tag. It was weird though, all their crops seemed to be dying. It was probably from the lack of water, you thought as you stepped over what was meant to be a trench.

You followed the dirt path leading into the village, wondering if this was a movie set. Because you could so be a star without even trying.

The group of kids that had been playing suddenly stopped as you came within a few feet of them. As one, they looked at you in terror and screamed, running back to their huts.

You raised an eyebrow, “Ooookkkaaaayyyy….”

In an instant the entire village was out holding pitch forks, clubs, sticks, pretty much anything that could be used as a weapon.

“Demon!” called one man. “Be gone from this place!”

You paused. Then looked over your shoulder.

“Wait…ya’ll are talkin’ to me?” you cried in surprise.

The man stepped forward and you noticed that he was shaking.

“G-get back demon!” he yelled.

You cocked your head and took one step forward. Immediately they all jumped backwards, some actually tripping over others.

“Oh Jesus,” you sighed. “Okay if I wanted to terrorize ya’ll, I could, but I don’t feel like it, so I won’t. An’ I ain’t a demon.”

The man blinked and looked you up and down, “But you must be!”

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms, “Yeah, when’s the last time you heard a demon with a Texan accent?”

The man blinked again, “Tex-an?”

“Annnndddd I have now enter the Twilight Zone,” you muttered.

A pretty woman slowly came from her hut and you saw that she was holding a sick looking infant in her arms.

“Please,” she said. “If you are not a demon, then you must be a Spirit of Kami, will you help us?”

“No!” shouted the man who had been talking to you. “Shiori! Go back inside! Quickly before it attacks!”

Your eyebrows almost shot off your forehead, “Shiori?!”

You instantly thought of the woman you had had a crush on…and who you had almost made into a Nymph…and the woman you had slept with…not to mention the woman who was Kurama’s human mother.

Now that you thought about it, the two did look pretty similar and you wondered if they were related. Actually…this woman looked a lot like your Shiori. Could they be twins?

Tears formed at the woman’s face as she bowed her head, “Please, we need help so badly.”

You swallowed as a guilty feeling started in the pit of your stomach. No way you could deny her help. Not the way she had asked.

Plus she was hot.

Ahem…not that that mattered in your decision.

Nope, not one bit was that a factor.

(*lie detector in background explodes*)

Yeah…well, anyway….

You scratched the back of your head, “Uh, sure? What do you need help with love?”

Shiori blinked open her pretty brown eyes, “You…you’ll help us?”

You shrugged and stared at the ground, recognizing that tingling feeling in your stomach. You were five minutes from developing a crush on this chick.

“Yeah, I’d love to help you,” you said, trying to sound cool.

Shiori let out a sigh and came toward you.

You swallowed thickly as you watched the way her body moved.

Suddenly the man who had talked to you came up behind her and put a hand on her shoulder.

He smiled gratefully, not noticing the death glare you were giving his hand.

“Please Spirit,” he said. “Our crops have died and our river has gone dry. We have nothing to feed our children. Please help us.”

You snapped out of your little jealously bubble and stared around. It did look like the kids were pretty hungry. And they all had those giant brown puppy dog eyes you just couldn’t resist.

“Oh hell,” you said crossing your arms. “Yeah, I’ll do what I can. Christ…just step back and stay clear of my mojo.”

The villagers blinked, but did as you said.

Once they were a safe distance from you, you straightened your hat and squared your shoulders, staring out at the dry land in front of you.

You bowed your head and concentrated, bringing your Nymph energy out. Dust swirled up around you as the wind whipped through. The villagers gasped in surprise and stood further away.

You could feel your energy melding with the earth’s and you smiled at the feel. The ground pulsed beneath you and you hummed in response. Then you raised your arms out to your sides and tilted your head up to the clear sky.

A suddenly burst of energy escaped the ground and grass sprang up from the dirt, followed quickly by rare flowers and the crops that had been long dead.

The earth cracked and rose to your bidding and a stream of water pooled into the dry trenches from a newly formed waterfall on the far end of the valley. You smiled when you heard the villagers cried out in joy.

And to top off the new place, you made a Sakura tree grow right in the middle of the village. It bloomed fully and its pink blossoms shimmered with dew.

You felt a tug on your chaps and you looked down to see a small child. His big brown eyes smiled up at you and you grinned in return.

“I never thought you were a demon,” he said shyly. “You’re too pretty.”

Your grin widened, “Aw, thanks hon.”

He looked back to the happy villagers who were bowing to you in thanks.

“I want to give you this,” he said as he held up his hand.

“Oh, you don’t have to, I did from the good of my heart—OH MY GOD THAT’S SHINY!” you said staring at the prettiness the boy held in his hand.

He laughed, “I found it, but you can have—”

He stopped and blinked in surprise as you snatched it from his hands and sprinted away.

“AHAHA! SUCKERS!” you shouted over your shoulder as you darted into the woods. “THE SHINY IS MINE!!!”

An hour later and you had stopped to rest in a cave, staring at your new prize. You turned it just slightly, marveling at how it caught the light and gleamed. It looked like a crystal or something, but like a shard of a whole. It was slightly purplish pink in color and you stroked it lovingly with your finger.

“My precious…” you crooned to it.

You suddenly snapped your head up.

“Whoa…there’s a Lord of the Rings flash back,” you said.

You shrugged and made your way from the cave, stretching your arms up to the darkening sky.

“There!” shouted a voice from your left. “I can sense the jewel shard over by that cave!”


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