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Once upon a time there was a beautiful, vivacious, young lady who was as intelligent as she was lovely, doing meaningless work for an arrogant ass who felt it was owed to him because he was responsible for her rebirth. “What a bunch of crap I tell you”.
“She was already a soft breeze demon of the north wind tribe from the very beginning and then because she was young, she fell for the bullshit that he was selling and allowed him to absorb her into the body of a worthless human. That was a pain in the ass for her.” The sound of a clearing throat was heard in the background. The speaker rolled her eyes with a slight smirk before she continued her story.
“For fifty years she was trapped in a body that was at first dying and smelled awful, then as it absorbed more demons it began to heal and regenerate to being a strong body, but it still smelled awful. Anyway, after fifty years she was pulled from her resting place of boredom and nothingness to being reborn into a stunning beauty who became a wind goddess. An admittingly stronger one than she was before.”
“Umm… correction wind demoness, a gruff voice chimed in.”
A side eye was given to the person who interrupted her. A harrumph and she was back to telling her story.
“Upon her rebirth the creepy, greasy, visually handsome man stuck his hand in her chest and grabbed her newly animated heart right out of her chest. Yes, I know! It was horrifying, disgusting and scary. Imagine how she felt when seeing her still beating heart displayed in front of her in his greasy hand telling her that she had to obey him in all things or he would crush her heart. Then imagine that the smell emanating from this handsome man was the very scent of the bastard that tricked you into giving up your body and imprisoned you for fifty years. Not only was she scared of dying but also angry. Enough to chuck something at his head and let him kill her. A second after the thought went through her head did she realize that she had to be alive to exact her revenge on him.”
“So, this asshole kept sending her out to do his evil bidding to get back at a hanyou, who didn’t care about him in the first place, over a stoic stick in the mud of a priestess, who didn’t care about him either. I personally think the prick was jealous that the hanyou was more endowed than he was. Dog demons have more pow in their punch. So, a hanyou has to have taken a blessing from the father. A giggle with an affirmative sound came from the background. Then a gruff, “Can we get on with the story? I have a girl child ya know.” Though this was said with a smug look and a barely concealed smirk.
The narrator again looks back at the interruption, before she could make a comment back, a curious voice asked, “Hey mom what does endowed mean?” A gasp was heard and the mother turned to her child to answer her question when a rather female gruff voice yelled out, “He’s mad because the hanyou’s sword was bigger than his? A chuckle from the narrator, another round of giggles from the two other ladies who were present, a guffaw from one of the males and a “Damn straight!" was heard from the gruff voiced male, after the announcement from the child.
When the narrator continued her story, telling the party surrounding her, the adventures of the group of shard seekers and the wind demoness, her interactions with the group she did so with a smile and a fondness in her voice. She told of the demoness interactions with a certain beautiful dog demon who in her opinion was the strongest of all demons in history. That statement garnered an affirmative grunt as well as rather loud Keh from the audience. In the end there was an applause from her audience and the narrator took a slow bow before gingerly sitting on a cushion around the fire. Two girls crawled close to her and rested their heads on her arms telling her how much they enjoyed the story before yawning behind their hands. The gruff female voice yelled that she wanted another story before her father swooped her up into his arms telling her, “Maybe another night.” The child’s mother said, “Moroha she needs her rest in her condition. She will tell another story on another night.” Another male voice exclaimed that, “If we keep reminding them to tell the story of how they met she will stay in that condition until the end of time.” That earned him a hit in the back of the head from his wife and a laugh from Moroha's mother who was patting her enlarged stomach saying, “Then that story works wonders for more than one couple.” Then turned to look at her blushing hanyou mate. This was followed by a Feh and an armed wrapped protectively around his mate and a squeeze to the squirming child in his arms.
As the procession was leaving the room to go their separate ways a muffled scream came from the narrator. Everyone stopped to turn to the woman sitting on the floor with one of her hands cradling her lower back. Her daughters looking worried. A deep male voice tinged in concern inquired, “Kagura what is wrong?” His mate with laughter lit in her red eyes and voice she told him that maybe the girls are not the only ones who like this story. The bewildered look on his face caused her to laugh again and led her to explain her comment. Go get Rin, Sesshomaru our son wants to make an appearance after hearing about how his parents met.