purify.

" Your name– do you have one?" being shown no ill-well, the priestess returns that in kind, her voice soft but curious as she bends one knee to rest against the snowy earth beneath her feet.

she half-expected the sacred jewel to be displayed so carefully in the center of the shrine, shining in purified splendor. the sky, doused in gray and the earth covered in a blanket of snow which continued to fall painted a picture of serenity.

kikyo closes her eyes, standing as still as the wind, basking in the sort of peace that eluded her for most of her life. for a moment, she thinks of Kaede and soon her hands are pressed together in silent prayer.

as far as kikyo could tell, demons were few and far between within this era, practically non-existent. she had picked up on various inhuman species and yet....hardly any were demonic in nature. surprising, but nothing that causes the priestess to let her guard down for even a second. a moment of hesitation could spell her demise and that was something she couldn't afford. rumors of death being but a fleeting thing in this plaace.....something she wished to avoid.

and yet, to stand idly by was simply not who she was. her role to the sacred jewel was done but above all else, as long as she breathed, she had a duty to protect and aid. and these pixies weren't unlike the kitsune back home. a flick of her wrist was enough to erect a barrier, causing the bunch that were dead-set on terrorizing some stranger to cry in pain upon making contact with it. after a few seconds, they flee, knowing that breaking through was impossible.

"..... Are you hurt?" she asks, pausing to turn to look over her shoulder at the other, the barrier shimmering for a few more seconds before disappearing altogether.

her voice is even, hardly a shout, yet it seems to echo, slipping through the gaps in the trees and bushes. she had chosen this place within the mistwood for its seclusion, its peace. the ever-constant cacophony of the modern era tore relentlessly at her ears and to wilingly subject herself to such torment? she was no masochist. no, what the priestess desired was the tranquility of a place untouched by human hands. sleeping in a tree to her was no different than that of a bed. and yet, it seems rest won't find her.

(how could it when a soul, finally free, found itself pulled back into the vicious grip of life?)

"Whatever it is you seek, do so elsewhere. Your presence frightens the souls." not of the denizens, not of the wildlife within the woods, but of the flickering lights that hover oh so close to her clay body.

and now that she finds herself breathing once more, kikyō wonders if she ever truly will rest or if she is cursed to lead this false existence for as long as the stars turn.

the night is peaceful. it is the only time of day where the city falls quiet and that which cannot show itself in the light can roam freely. the forest of airaisal was, for the time being, her chosen place to reside. and it is here, under the blanket of night, that a wandering soul finds her once more. for now, her body is fine. it is in no need of being replenished and for awhile, the priestess lets the white orb hover mere centimeters above her palm, bathed in the gentle white light of the departed.

she is not alone in this. there is another nearby, moving closer to her position with a purpose. eyes that had been closed in quiet thought open slowly, roaming over the trees until they land on the form of a woman. and all it took was once glance for kikyō to know.

" Have you come to collect it?"

the strange object given to kikyō upon her resurrection (for what else could it be? she had made peace and yet she continues to live. ) is cast to the side. thrown upon the ground with no interest or care. whatever the wishes of these 'Stars' are, she cares not. there it rests upon the ground as the priestess moves to continue on, intent to walk until she escapes this wretched grouping of metal and living souls.

an unknown voice calls out to her, halting retreating steps. kikyō turns to spare a glance over her shoulder, eyes narrowed at the device held within the stranger's hands. the intention must be to return it. an honest one but pointless overall.

" Leave it. I've no use nor want for what this era holds."

guardian of the shikon no tama at the behest of the demon slayers due to her immense spiritual power. she's really powerful like even after being resurrected

also a priestess! one who felt the need to hide her emotions due to her duty and as such, felt she could never live a normal life

died in a pretty tragic way at the machinations of another 50 years before the start of the series

fellas you ever have an ogress steal things from your grave to revive you and try to control you only for you to kill her and also your object of affection who attacked you before you died??? no?? just me????

long story short, her body is made out of clay witht he soil from her grave and her cremated bones. as such, kikyo cannot bleed, nor does she have any warmth in her body or touch

she's an undead specter cursed with a sort of 'false existence' who has to rely on the souls of dead women to stay alive so if you see her in the forest with white orbs around her just. just go the other way there's nothing to see here

comes off somewhat detached and apathetic but there still lingers some of the kindness she held when she was alive

fuck naraku all my homies hate naraku