YagamiNoir

Iris “The scent of irises,” I breathed as I turned to Sylvette. “Do you sense them?” I watched her eyes close as a smile stood on her face. I could barely hear the faint sound of her gently sucking in a breath of the soothing air. “A faint, abnormally refreshing scent indeed.....” She uttered as her azure eyes reopened. “Just a little more,” I pressed. “We're almost there.” She nodded slightly as we continued through the muddy roads. Staggering our steps were, clumsily landing on the dampness of watered soil, threatening to drag us down and taint us at but a graceless movement.

The Promise of the Winds An eternity she dreamt of them there Under the evening sunshine The rain of dandelions The pleasant scent of irises Alone, the two of them, all in perfect align The gusts of the spring enveloped them; And his eyes oathed to her: “I shall return, no more wars.” His hands vowed to her: “My heart and soul, forever yours.” His heart promised her: “Your sadness but a story read,” His lips reassured her: “For when I return, no more tears shall you shed,” And a ring he slipped on her finger: “We meet here again, and we shall be wed.” T’was long since their

Hunter's Peace Itsy, bitsy, spider. The sun slit through the gaps of where the huntsman waited, a predator on the prowl, under the protection of a thick, fallen array of scattered leaves. A hunter of hunters it was, swift and deadly, threatening a fatal strike at one careless moment of unfortunate prey. It waited -- motionless as it felt the land merge with this own, surveying with every sense the vicinity where the hunter thrived. It waited -- it felt every motion, every scent, examining every move. The leisurely beautiful afternoon of the forest was one where death would meet one so unfortunate, under the hands of a unfathomably deadly hu