<a class="username" data-user-id="247" data-username="@Rochiel" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/247/">@Rochiel</a><br/><br/>To say that she was frustrated wasn’t the right word. No, she was livid. For years she had been searching for this damned man with no solid leads. Sure, she would get leads occasionally, but it never amounted to anything. No, he was toying with her, and she knew it. She knew that he was quite clever, much older than her, but surely he would slip up at some point. Angel just had to keep at it and wait for that moment to happen and when it did, she would be ready. She would avenge her clan and slay the man that haunted her dreams. Only then would she be able to rest in peace and not have to worry about facing him again. Only then would she be able to focus on restoring her clan and living her own life.<br/><br/><br/>She was tired. So very tired. It seemed like she hadn’t gotten proper rest in centuries. She was always on the move, looking for any sign of trail or rumors that would lead her to the object of her desires. His name was Atsuki and he was a powerful demon. When she was younger, he had come to her clan and wanted to dominate it. However, her clan refused to bow down to him and fought against him. Even with all of the warriors in her tribe, her parents and older sister included, the clan still fell. Atsuki had won. Eveyone she had never known and loved was dead aside from her frightened sister who clung to her side as she herself held tightly onto the sword that had been gifted to her.<br/><br/><br/>Before her very eyes, she had watched her beloved older sister be taken down by that despicable man and his army. Because of him, she was an orphan. So, she did the only thing she could do: she took her younger sister and ran as fast as she could. He didn’t chase after her and let her get away. He could have easily killed her and her sister. After all, they were only children. They stood no chance against him and his demon army. Life was hard after that. She spent her time forced to grow up before she was ready, looking out for her younger sister and trying to make ends meet.<br/><br/><br/>She hated to admit it, but she had stolen more times than she had cared to admit. However, it was the only thing she could do to survive. After all, no one would show pity on a pair of orphan wolf pups. She had done whatever it took to survive so that she could spare her sister from the harshness of the world. It had worked but Angel had suffered greatly. She was changed, no longer the happy and carefree pup she had been before the clan’s slaughter. No, she was cold and she was bitter. She knew that if she wanted to get revenge, she had to get stronger. So she did.<br/><br/><br/>It wasn’t easy but it was worth it. It came in handy in the times that they were attacked by demons looking to pick them off. Angel fought tooth and nail to protect Star, not wanting her sister to feel the same way she did: cold and empty on the inside. Time passed and she lost her eye, but she survived. Star never had to suffer. Eventually, she became clan leader and even reunited with her older brother whom she had thought had died. Somewhere along the way, she had regained her pack. She was older now, stronger than she had been when her clan had been wiped out.<br/><br/><br/>There were only two things left to do: kill Atsuki and restore her clan to its former glory. She would succeed, no matter what the cost. She didn’t even care if she had to personally drag him to hell. She would end his life. She had vowed to do so, after all. Her father had taught her to never break a vow.<br/><br/><br/>Present day. Angel collapsed against the trunk of a tree, sliding down against the bark until she was sat at its base. She wiped the sweat from her brow and took a few moments to rest. She had been following a lead for quite some time now but it was beginning to go cold. She had left the Southern lands in which she had been born and traveled all over Japan in search of the elusive Atsuki. She was now currently in the Western lands and she was tired. She hadn’t slept in weeks. The nightmares had been quite bad lately.<br/><br/><br/>Would she ever accomplish her goal? There were times when she almost gave up hope, too tired to go on. But then she looked at her pack and she knew she had to go on. If she didn’t, Atsuki would find a way to cause them suffering. She couldn’t afford to let anything happen to them. She was their alpha, after all. It was her duty to protect them. She was away from her pack at the moment but she wasn’t worried. After all, they were in the capable hands of her beta, Darian. He had a good head on his shoulders and would keep them safe while she was away.<br/><br/><br/><b>Meanwhile</b><br/><br/><br/>Red eyes gazed listlessly up at the sky, expression passive as he lay there in a puddle of his own blood. If he had anymore energy, he would have laughed at the irony of his situation. He had been battling Inuyasha and his group, seeking to finally destroy them and take their collection of the jewel when he was bested. Perhaps he had been hasty and should have stood back while his puppet and minions did the work but he was eager to rid the world of the annoyances. It was unlike Naraku to make such a grave mistake, but he could only blame himself. He was probably going to die here unless someone found him. He knew that Kagura had forsaken him. The vile wind witch. She probably hoped he would die so that she could have her heart back. She was a disgrace and extremely unloyal. He should have killed her when he had the chance.<br/><br/><br/>Kanna, his dear Kanna, had been killed trying to protect him. If he had the energy, he could revive her but he couldn’t even move. He had fled the battlefield, leaving a puppet in his place. He had gone as far as he could before he had collapsed due to the blood loss and his grievous injuries, his energy spent. It would be unlikely that he would survive this. He couldn’t help but be angry. There was still so much he had left to do and it had all been ruined. He hated them. It was because of them that he would not see through his plans. He was not afraid to die.<br/><br/><br/>Death was inevitable and even he would fall victim to its grasp. It was just sooner than he had anticipated. The human in him longed to see Kikyo one last time and he couldn’t help but scoff. If he could fully rid himself of that slice of humanity, he would have been unstoppable. He could have ruled the world. And now? Now that would never happen. His eyelids grew heavy and he could no longer keep them open. So this is how it was. Dying alone in a forest with no one in sight. How pitiful. His eyes slipped shut and darkness overtook him as he lost consciousness.