Art Felt Drawings

** Ireland**

What is that thing?

Where did it come from?

Was it a monster, it seemed able to eat raw flesh?

Would it eat them?

Wondered allowed the farms-men. The tiny irish village was in an uproar over the outsider, who was far too close to their Sarah for comfort. Truth be told though, they never really cared for Sarah up until this rival appeared at their village and talked to their children.

Sarah was a poor peasant, whose husband died from some unknown disease. The village people suspected her of witchcraft for killing her newly married husband, but no one dared to acted on it. Last time someone was killed on A McCormick’s soil the accuser’s farm were plagued with death and destruction. They learned that the wee one Sarah had strange ways about her for making things happen, so as a collective the village adults left her and her strange company alone... for now any ways.

The young lordling heard all on the murmuring with his demon hearing but paid them no mind he only worried that they would mob an attack on Sarah, so far nothing that extreme has happened. Just grumbles about ignorant humans and their filthy lives. God, how can she stand the smell? He thought about their bathing habits and thanked everything Holy that Japan’s were better. Running through the forest near Sarah’s cottage helped him burn steam and anger when confrontations hit near his makeshift home.

One of the elder men, Luke, tried to expel Sarah from the village, but the children came to her defense saying she and her companion, a demon, did nothing wrong and that the villager’s bigotry was the problem. Of course no man, or demon for that matter, wanted to hear their problem out loud. So Luke told all the children to stay away from Sarah’s cause she was in a pact with the devil. What ever that was, snorted the demon lord silently.

Sarah cared not about Luke or for his brash ways, so if the children came for stories, she would talk. If they came to talk to her demon friend, he and she would listen. She never turned away an innocent for the mistakes of their parents, welcoming anyone human or otherwise with open arms and a warm fire.

Still Sesshomaru was not convinced that the village would be at peace with her for harboring a demon amongst them. He would stay in the forest until dark or if Sarah was going to tell a story. He hunted for her as well when he noticed the lack of meat stuffs in her small abode.

As he stalked a deer for the little lady, licking his chops at the first kill of the lasting sunset before he would have to return to the putrid stinking village with its smelling insignificant human life, he pondered if Sarah would tell him the true ending to the story. Oh, he could tell she was lying, not from the smell of it, but from her unfocused glazed over eyes that saw sightlessly from tree to tree behind every single child's head. As if she was there remembering with the people in the story.

Walking back to her cottage, fresh kill in hand, he saw her sitting on the stump near her house. Waiting for him to return before the last rays of the setting sun left the earth in a blanket of night and stars. She seemed at peace, petting the stump. A wordless song escaped her lips as she sang to no one and sang for all, caring not if it made sense. Because she knew the words. Slowly she started to float up in the air rubbing te air as if she was touching something. Sesshomaru paused and looked up at her. Than shrugged and looked high in the sky.

No moon out tonight, he mused in his head, very dark but for the stars in this Ir-eer-land. His young mind making fun on the strange name, if only for his own enjoyment. They walked together to Sarah’s cottage. He seemed lost in his own thoughts after what he just saw and heard. Where did that come from? What was that song? Question after question his mind being the ever curious monster pondered his own thoughts.

Sarah too, was in her own world as she stared straight ahead. She knows what she did and she waited for her friend to say something, but so far he was a gentleman to the highest degree. He actually would wait the world over for her. She shrugged her shoulders and waited for the demon to make his way in the house and watched his reaction. This will be a good suprise and maybe it will make him feel comfortable here in the disgusting place, gagged the female after breathing through her mouth to get the stink out of her nose.

When he walked into the door he noticed something different instantaneously. She put throw pillows on the floor for him to sit on since he complained about the awkward chairs and how they hurt his back. He sat on the floor, dressing his kill, waiting for her to tell him something. Anything to break the heavy, thick silence that covered the duo in the tiny suffocating cottage. Finally, their eyes met, she nodded her understanding. But she had a question for him first.

“How uhld are ye Sesshoumaruu?” Sarah’s accent only made the question sound like a quite request. She had a way with calming a being down, before she would throw her accent in really thick when you least expect it flustering her victume into a verbal spar. Or when her emotions won a battle of wills.

“I am one hundred and thirty nine summers old. Still young, by demons laws, though considered to be at the mating age in demon standards. Why Sarah?” He paused, than his beast working faster than his brain he blurted out. “How old are you?” He quickly clamped his hand over his mouth, but the deed was done. Cheeks were a flamed with rouge, he looked down in his embarrassment. Stupid beast, I will win one day. He started to think of chains and locks and placed them around his mental beast. He heard it roar than he shut his mental door, locking it.

“Oh, Sesshoumaruu, I am nah a few years younger than ye. I am a hundred and fourteen this coming summer.” So calm it came from her, like she told everyone or she was waiting for him to ask her. Shock was clear on his face from her statement. She took his shock in stride and continued on looking down so he could compose his face in to an emotionless mask he as so proud of. “I age like ye, demon, but for my own reasons. Shall I tell you about Scott and his wood nymph then? Her name was Lilliana. Befitting a wood nymph of all creatures, her name, flowers and beauty.”

When they reached her home she thought that she would be greeted with arms for hugging and love. She was, but for her hyuume, a different thing entirely had occurred. Her people never had a hyuume in their world, he was forgein and as such was treated like a prisoner. They separated them and took them to cages.

The only difference between her imprisonment and his was he was beaten within an inch of his life, for being different. They broke his legs when he would reach for her. They temporary blinded him, by placing selected herbs on his eyes while they were open. Never once did he make a sound, but a grunt here or a gasp of pain when they would kick his already broken ribs. They tied his wings back with twine so if he tried to move them it would give his small cuts. For weeks they stayed in cages. Her people made her watch what happens when you fallen in love with the wrong beings, punishing her for her hearts choices.

Than when he felt like he would die with his last ounce of strength he tried to looked at Lilliana his wings stopped all movement, he closed his eyes and he laid prone for the next beating. It never came.

Scott's wings were his own weapon, when they stopped beating a barrier was erected around his body. The price was taking a toll on his Lilliana’s own magics’. It strained her very soul, with every drop of a weapon on the barrier. It squeezed her heart when she felt his pain ten fold. Lilliana screamed for them to stop, she reached for him. Scott reached for her. Their fingers touched, than her world and his was thrown into darkness.

The guards kicked him in the head. As nymph’s laughed together at Scott’s pain they felt a strange feeling creep across their skin as in a sense of foreboding, a omen of pain. Each guard got a bug bite, all in the same place.

Sarah paused, like she felt Lilliana’s pain. Tears streamed down her cheeks. Her eyes with the glazed over look. Sesshomaru was scared for his only friend, but he needed to know what happened. He waited for her. Taking the deer and roasting it over the fire for his human, Sarah. Cutting chunks for himself to eat raw, he would eat alone in the forest while she slept; but we digress.

Lilliana awoke to her loves body motionless next to hers. She touched his cheek with the backs of her knuckles, he was still warm. Smears of blood were all over his handsome face and a broken jaw throbbed with pain. Lifting his eye lids like a child to waking in the morning, she checked to see if he was in a right mind. He did not stare directly at her. Sightless. Lost, he whimpered and went rigid for the next bought of pain from his torture experts. Than returned to lack of consciousness.

She hummed a lullaby that her mother would sing to her trying to soothe him, tears streamed down her face. As she hummed a pale yellow light encased their bodies as if to warn them of pains to come if she were to stop, her tears never wavered. Magics flowed around them and out into the tree. The wood nymph heard screams, and cries of agony. But she cared not.

All she saw was her hyuumes battered, unconscious body. Bones in his legs sticking out from where they broke them so he wouldn’t move while they interrogated him. She pulled the twine from around his wings and gagged at the putrid stench that came from the caked blood and puss. More like beat him bloody, thought the tiny creature with anger in her hard steely eyes. Lilliana’s anger turned malicious as she looked at her people, for the first time with contempt and hate. None of them tried to help her or cared for her pain while she watched her hyuume at the hands of what she thought were her people. She picked up her immortals body, and set the tree ablaze with her anger.

Never once did she look back on her people or cease her song. They were dead to her. Her family perished in the fires of Hell from whence they came. All that mattered was Scott now. He would be her savior in the end. When the hyuume would awake, all his wounds would heal, but Lilliana’s will just begin.

Sarah looked at Sesshomaru when she finished her story her eyes unfocused. She blinked and remember where she was and smiled a half hearted that didn’t reach her eyes. She sighed aloud and reached for the done deer meat on the fire. Trying to delay Sesshomaru’s question till after a full stomach. After all, they had all the time in the world. She set a pot to boil for tea, tea always help with awkward conversation.

**Feudal Era**

Sometime, thought the stoic demon, its better to not remember the past. His memories have been haunting him since he started to be around the miko more, why? He had absolutely no idea, nor did he think about it.

He came back with his two logs, the wee kit and his fags (bundle of sticks, duh!)traipsing behind him at an acceptable manner. Sesshomaru still felt the weird energy in him and figured he would let it run its course one good way. Plus he wanted to be near Kagome more. Shaking his head roughly trying to get those thoughts out of his head, he reminded himself that it was being made for the shear fact that the elder miko’s hut was not accommodating to his girth. Nodding his head mostly to himself, he saw the miko and nearly toppled down logs in tow.

The youkai gaze never moved as he hauled his load of tree trunks. She looked beautiful sitting in the tall grass, tongue out, full of concentration that she didn’t notice his hard staring. For that matter his drool on the side of his mouth. Realizing that he was not alone he picked up his pace and saw Rin with the gaggle of humans waiting to help the kind hearted onna build a house. Unknown to Sesshomaru he started to growl low in the back of his throat, far too many males were near her and it set him on edge.

Shippou walked a bit faster to warn the daiyoukai of the noise he was making, but when he got around the lord all he saw was red. Far too many males were around his mama while she was in her drawing moment. He looked at Sesshomaru waiting for him to aknowledge his gaze than nodded his understanding. They walked together in silence.

When Kagome showed Sesshomaru her sketch she thought he would be angered by the plans perhaps frustrated, but instead like this whole thing, he surprised her and laughed. Sure, it looked impossible from the untrained eye, but she wasn’t an architect she just had an idea and she did as her body wanted. He seemed ready for the task, though it seemed to be a challenge.

The onna seemed flustered as the daiyoukai would not stop laughing, she huffed.

“Okay, guys it looks like you got this thing situated. I’m gonna go home and than I will be right back. I have a song stuck in my head and I want to hear it very badly.” The miko told her demon companions. She was in the mood for the King. If not for herself than for her kit. She started for the short journey to the well.

“Miko,” Sesshomaru called after her, ” we are making you a house and you leave?” To say he was saddened by her trying to make a swift escape would be a nice thing. He felt crushed and like all the air coming out of a boat sails. He felt stuck in a spot, frozen from her retreating form. But when he looked down to her fox cub, he cleared his throat and motioned with him thumb as if to say ‘I got this, go handle that.’ Nodding to the young demon, he shook his head as if to clear it than made a mad dash for the Bone Eater’s Well.

**Bone Eaters Well**

Kagome waited on the lip of the well, but than she froze. She felt a tug in her chest no pain came with the tug though it was definitely a different feeling. Not like a jewel shard feeling there is no way to describe but she felt like she needed to be there. It was near and her feet started to move on their own. Not even realizing where it was taking her as long as she felt this pull towards the God Tree. Than she heard it.

Singing but in an accent that she could not place. The pull grew stronger as she neared the singer and than it stopped. Kagome pulled back a near by bush as she came to a clearing and saw her on a stump, her red hair a flame as she sang her lullaby. She looks like a nymph, but her clothes are old looking. The creature glowed in a soft yellow light, she seemed so earth real and delicate. Than Kagome heard her sing out loud and walked across and laid her head down on the lady lap and sighed.

“Over in Killarney, Many years ago, My mirter sang a song to me in tones sweet and low. Just a simple little ditty, In her good old Irish way, And I’d give the world if she could sing that song to me this day.” She froze and looked at the young one in her lap. The wood nymph realized that she was petting the dark black hair of the hyuume that was near her only friend. She smelled like Sesshomaru.

Sarah realized that she stopped her song and continued. “Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Too-ra-loo-rali, Too-ra-lo-ra-loo-ral, Hush now don’t you cry! Too-ra-loo-ral, Too-ra-loo-ra-li, Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, That’s an Irish lullaby.” As she sang her heart out she remember Scott and their own cottage. Than she remember his passing. Tears leaked from her eyes but never did she brush tears away if it was her love that caused them.

She breathed deep and continued looking right at Sesshomaru. She remember the first time she sang this to him all those years ago when she wanted to show him her Scott. She pondered if he remember to. “Oft, in dreams I wander to that cot again, I feel her arms a hugging me as when she held me then. And I hear her voice a humin’ to me as in days of yore, When she used to rock me fast asleep outside the cabin door.”

Kagome didn’t understand this feeling this song had on her, it was as if she were in a trance. She looked at Sesshomaru and started to cry, her tears leaked from the pain in her chest. She needed him. Begging with her eyes she looked at him, but the female holding her hair would not stop her song to let her go. Kagome started to feel light and looked down and made a small gasp. Never once did the nymph waver in her song. “Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Too-ra-loo-ra-li, Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Hush now don’t you cry! Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Too-ra-loo-ra-li, Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, That’s an Irish lullaby.”

Sarah looked at the girl and started to feel the burn in her hand as she knew what was wrong with the girl. She hummed till they were back down to the ground, and than motioned for her friend to get the miko from her grasp so she could speak. “Sesshoomaruu! Gah, itz so gewd to see yah. Grab this young one from me so we may talk, uhld friend. We have much to discuss.”

Both the youkai and miko were stunned and in unison they nodded their heads following silently the floating nymph till she reached the well. Kagome shook her head and spoke up. “Where are we going?” She did not wish to follow blindly till she knew where this person was to take them.

The wood nymph looked at the miko and smiled. “Young one, we are goin’ to youre time. Please, Kagome, jump in first and I will take Sesshomaru.” Sarah moved the miko up ahead and grabbed her only friends hand. She looked at the girl expectantly, than was amazed at the magics that took the girl to her time.


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ok. i decided to do something different, plus i remember this song from way back when..

Thanks for all the reviews guys it means the world to me.. and WOW the hits!! sweet peas!! thanks thanks thanks! ok.. so now i wanna do something a bit different.

if u wanna make a suggestion for a song or a catagory lemme know... i'm always interested in new things so if u wanna have me try it out than lets see.. k?? im very open .. so lets try it out there kids, please??

ThankYOU!!
higan