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A single bamboo blind barricades the girl's room from the hallway. Once past that, a simple Japanese-style hut was shown, though slightly larger than others. Against one wall was a futon, made up neatly. Along another wall is an assortment of herbs, foods and medicinal dressings. At the center of the room sits a small fire, its embers glowing dully from not being fed in a while. And upon the left wall adjacent to the door, a katana and a bottle of a swirling pink something sit atop a crudely made shelf, seemingly out of place amongst the simplicity of the room.

Harusaki sits by the fire, staring into it pensively and poking it occasionally to keep it alive. The flames are reflected in her molten gold eyes, and upon the curved surface of a small pink ball which is suspended around her neck.

If one looks carefully, they could see a place just beneath the herb shelving which seems to be cut along the floor. Below that is a cellar of sorts, where she is keeping her re-stolen clothing and belongings from when she was abducted from her home land. All are very elegant, rich fabrics, which tells anyone who finds it that she was no common demoness.

The girl jumped at the female's voice. She hadn't sensed her approach, for she had been so engrossed in the book that her senses had been dulled. "Oh, Milady, tis merely an account on my father's legacy.. Humans tell the stories so poorly, so I only hold books about my family which are written by demons." She bowed her head slightly, acknowledging the woman's dominance over her, though that was the only submissive gesture the girl portrayed.

She rose from her bed, her simple kimono falling back into place about her, the pink orb encircling her neck dropping to dangle in the valley of her throat. "What may I do for you, Milady?"

"He was a inu youkai mongrel. As am I. And this jewel's aura is strange because it holds the soul of a powerful priestess and an equally powerful demon. Maybe you've heard of it, it's called the Shikon no Tama, or Jewel of Four Souls." She stood still, noting the woman's body language and aura, and what they gave away.

"My mother gave it to me to keep safe. I have more purification energy than she, even though I'm a half-breed." It was apparent that she was getting annoyed with giving out so much information. "Look, if you want my family history, then feel free to read one of my books. Now, d'you need something?"

Harusaki sighed softly as she entered her quarters. Kiba trotted off to a pillow in the corner of the room, and within minutes, the silk which covered Haru's body slipped down to pool at her feet. What was visible was shocking, and revolting.

Her back was mottled with scars, the two most vague seemingly to come out of her shoulder blades. Those were natural, however. The harsher, more predominant ones were in the form of whiplashes or where cold metal had sliced through her skin. Many of them seemed old, but still remained vividly against her sun-kissed flesh.

on the small of her back was a design in black ink. A wolf-like creature surrounded by black flames, arching to howl at something while seemingly running.

All soldiers of the Western Court were given these brands upon admission, and the she-demon wore it proudly. Her Lord, was, of course, her Uncle.

The orb she wore around her throat pulsated slightly, and her head tilted back, whimpering softly. Within moments of the sun setting, her hair turned ebony black and hr eyes turned silver. The rest of her demonic attributes melted away, being replaced with human attributes. "Bloody Moon." She muttered darkly, walking into the bathroom to clean up.