The Beauty Of Senses~ Inuyasha X Reader

When The Body Goes Numb

I don't know how long time has passed, but I've been walking for quite some time now. I went towards a direction that I've never headed before. I can hear the chirping of the birds becoming more and more livelier in the open field. I can feel the gentle sunlight that is shining through but the weather is still chilly, at night time it's colder since technically it is still Winter. I breathe in the fresh air the world is providing me, it's probably a good few hours now since I left the village, my heart seems a little lighter now. I wonder when I'll be able to find the next village or town, it could be days. Although that thought crosses my mind but it doesn't discourage me. I am far from the village now, and I feel like I left behind all of my pent up feelings there as well. Since I don't have any paper or charcoal left, I can't draw anything. I stop walking in the field of snow that is almost gone, I tilt my head back and face upward towards the openness that is above me. My eyes turns to the sun, I can't see anything. Normally, a person with sight won't be able to look up at the sky when the sun is out, you would have to squint your eyes to block out the sunlight, but I don't need to, the sunlight does not bother me. I sigh, I then lower my head and slide my feet along the wet snow. As an artist, when you don't have anything you have to procrastinate and use whatever you have. Since I have nothing in mind I have nothing particular to draw. I exhale and I begin to slide my feet while hopping on my other, I drew lines after lines. Occasionally some shapes, mountains, trees, birds and so forth. The whole field is my paper, I don't know when the sun will set but it doesn't matter to me. I continue walking a bit more, I feel slightly sleepy. After walking a bit further, I can hear the faint sound of water flowing I smile, I follow it. It's been almost more than half the day till I heard something different than the chirping of the birds, The soft ground beneath my feet soon turns hard and rocky. The sound of the water is louder now, it's a stream. I tap my walking stick along the rocky earth beneath me and walk towards the sound little bit little, soon, my walking stick hits nothing and that's when I realize that I'm at the edge of the stream. I put down my bundle and kneel down, I place my hands into the flowing water. The cold water hits my skin and I shiver slightly, I take a deep breath and put it back into the liquid again. I scoop up a palmful of water and I smell it, no unordinary smell. I drink it and I let the cold liquid slide down my throat, it quenches my thirst and refreshes my being. I take another deep breath and I stand up.

"I should take a nap here, rest my eyes a little." I say to myself.

I turn around and I walk to the side, I can feel tall presences around the stream, I assume they are trees. I put out my walking stick and I find something, I whack my walking stick on it a few times. The same echoless sound fills the space, it's a tree. I put down my bundle on the ground and I sit down, I then lean back. Against the hard wooden tree trunk and close my eyes, I put my walking stick on my lap. I begin to tap my fingers on the wooden stick and listen to the flowing stream, I think I'll be able to move on. In time, I doze off. When I come to, the air seem colder. The sound of birds has silenced, is it night time now? I sit up straight and stretch, looks like I got a good rest. I stand up and pick up my bundle and walking stick, but then I hear something. I stop what I'm doing and hold my breath, I can hear heavy footsteps on my left, they are becoming louder and closer by the second. I wonder who or what it is? Is it a demon? I begin to feel scared, I can't see so it adds on to the fear and the unknown. I hear the footsteps stop and a growl, I tense up and press myself against the tree trunk. I can smell a faint oder, it's quite strong and unfamiliar. It smells almost like an animal's, a smell that a feline would have without grooming, a bit oily but at the same time a strong scent that is intoxicating. Also I sense a strong aura that is so unfamiliar. I don't feel safe. I then hear the footsteps coming over towards me, I think it found me.

"A human? Well this is new." I hear the voice say with amusement but at the same time something in his voice makes me feel uneasy.

It's a male's voice, he sounds cunning although he only said a few words but I can tell it's not going to end well. He said "a human" which means he's most likely a demon, and probably a dangerous one too. I hold tightly to my walking stick, I'll swing it in case something happens.