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murinae.livejournal.com) wrote in
31_days2007-08-05 04:50 pm
[August 5, 2007][Okami] Catching The Wind
Title: Catching the Wind
Day/Theme: August 05: Oh yes, with a gust of wind // Will come the one you seek
Series: Okami
Characters: (possible spoiler, see fic)
Rating: G
Timeline: After the end of the game.
She is the goddess of the sun, but sometimes she is also the wind ... in the lone echo of her howl, in the flowing of her fur, in the quick pad of her feet as the flowers bloom behind. In the grace of her dance (and even when she tumbles too), in the whirlwind of fevered chants and prayers or in the whispered vespers and everything in between.
Though perhaps it is not she but he that has the nature of the wind; sometimes there is something much like a breeze in the way Ushiwaka skims across the surface of a pond, the way he balances at the very edge of a swaying branch, or the way in which he plays his flute.
Or perhaps their natures together are neither, or perhaps there is something intangible and unseen yet sensed against the skin.
Or ... well... she is not one for metaphors anyway.
Because sometimes, she is the wind.
"Amaterasu!"
Ah, his silly hat has tumbled off, after all.
A quick snatch and then! As fast as the wind she runs, just in case he wants revenge.
A/N:
Just a short drabblet because Imbrium wanted more Okami fic and I happened to be playing around with the prompts for 31_days.
I'm really not sure about how to write in this fandom, but I do love the game so very much.
thanks for reading,
muri
Day/Theme: August 05: Oh yes, with a gust of wind // Will come the one you seek
Series: Okami
Characters: (possible spoiler, see fic)
Rating: G
Timeline: After the end of the game.
She is the goddess of the sun, but sometimes she is also the wind ... in the lone echo of her howl, in the flowing of her fur, in the quick pad of her feet as the flowers bloom behind. In the grace of her dance (and even when she tumbles too), in the whirlwind of fevered chants and prayers or in the whispered vespers and everything in between.
Though perhaps it is not she but he that has the nature of the wind; sometimes there is something much like a breeze in the way Ushiwaka skims across the surface of a pond, the way he balances at the very edge of a swaying branch, or the way in which he plays his flute.
Or perhaps their natures together are neither, or perhaps there is something intangible and unseen yet sensed against the skin.
Or ... well... she is not one for metaphors anyway.
Because sometimes, she is the wind.
"Amaterasu!"
Ah, his silly hat has tumbled off, after all.
A quick snatch and then! As fast as the wind she runs, just in case he wants revenge.
A/N:
Just a short drabblet because Imbrium wanted more Okami fic and I happened to be playing around with the prompts for 31_days.
I'm really not sure about how to write in this fandom, but I do love the game so very much.
thanks for reading,
muri
