A world where humans and centaurs alike, are manipulated and ruled by their gods, the Sagittarius.
Many worship the Sagattarians to in order to have a happy life.Some pray for good crops, others pray for love, luck within their schooling, etc.
Then there are a few centaurs who do not pray to the Sagittarius gods, for they beleive that the Sagittarians are evil centaurs and will take away their souls because they gain pleasureable entertainement to their discretion as the gods dictate.
For the humans, they beleive that the Sagittarius are demonic gods whom, if praying to them, you will incite them; they become obliged to human desires: That is they will
make a contract with a human whom prays to them becoming the servent in your favor.
The Sagittarians will give the person a long life and also, divine luck in reaches,and fame.
These are all the temptations that make humans a more easier subject to manipulate more so then the centaurs.
Some Sagittarians take delight in in the drama and the cruelty they indugled themselves into using humans, but there are a small rare few Sagittarians that try to fight back their godly lust from the sport.
But thats the nature of the Sagittarius, to manipulate any fool to pray for selfish wishes and then in the end eat their souls.
Outside the outskirts of a centaur village called "Kurogane"
An autumn blazed horsemen, always referred as to chestnut within the equine world, casts his shadow over a fallen victim. A centaur mare.
This full-blooded Sagittarius, is Shirama and given his situation here, he is obliged to carry out his mission; as to obey a contract he made with a young human girl.
The bay mare centaur, lying under his bronzed hooves, layed there showing little life within her.
She was not the result of the young stallion's hatred but the one whom gave him orders to hunting her down and slaining her.
It is the results of the human girl's lust and envey in which lead to the innocent mare's selfish wish for the centaurian mare desired her assasin.
The centaur mare's dying form, is the example of human selfishness, and with every death a human is responsible for, under the contract of the gods, she, inedibly, she increases her punishments when her time comes at the end of her life span.
Her warm, thick blood glazed over his right hand makes him draw his eyes to it.
Naturally, in their horse-nature conscience, centaurs hate the smell of blood and its impurities.
As for the Sagittarians-whom are though, rare in number, the sight of death and horror does not move them in the slightest.
Shirama s eyes study his blood-stained fingers carefully while the bay mare-with a frail effort- descends her clogging gave upon her
Upon realizing what has happened-for her, it was an instant- her brows descend in confusion and sadness.
Shirama's eyes leave his drawn bloodied hands and onto the mare, carelessly. His once, awed lips of her blood, have now faded into a deep frown, with his normal expression looking less fascinated and more somber.
Tea's expression bore a misplaced love and obvious effection for him.
Tea: Isn't...this a ..dream? *slight smile* It..couldn't be real...because...how can..childhood friends.....*eyes teary* ever come to hurt each other??
Tea's Dying emotions begin to swell up within her chest as her words cause her to become more emotional. More tears constantly fall, the only warmth she can now only feel within her cold form.
Shirama shuts his eyes but his expression does not give the bay releif from her desperation.
Upon opening them to reveal his nearly red umber eyes to meet her golden pairs'...
Shirama: I can't give you the remorse you want, even in death, my friend. Befriending a Sagittarius is no different then befriending death himself; he has more to shoulder then I do. And he, as lord of Sagittarians, next to his brother dictate the will of all of us.
Tea: *teary eyes shut* Your..burden as a ...Sagittarius? you told me that once..when we were eight. Do..you remeber my answer...?
Shirama: ...Of course...
Tea: *slight smile* I...
Struggling to speak Tea's voice becomes weak and shaky to the point where she becomes inaudible.
Her once, beauitful golden eyes become dark and clouded and sercums to the severity of her wounds.
Shirama's expression never left him in showing remorse.
Peering back to the blood on his fingers again, he swips his right arm off to the side, strongly enough to rid most of the blood from off his hand.
His tail swings to his right flank, whipping at his tribal markings on his body and walks away from Tea's body.
Her body begins to slowly transform into her natural form-the symbol of hers specises pride-
Shirama, not once, does he even glance back to wish her farewell.
Shirama: You were going to say, "It doesn't matter that your a Sagittarius, I will hold your memories with me no matter what." *hmph*
I can't acknowledge that, given the circumstanaces... My first kill I can feel it, already saturating me...
My very own "Arrow" will be constructed from my accomplishment after I have slain that silly woman.
Shirama, with his mind ever more sharper and clear, he makes his leave of the west provinces of Skyway and heads into the north.
Arriving in the north provinces, he enters the territory of a human village called "Dale," where the girl named "Hannhah" his claint lives.
Hannah lives with her grandfather and with a man by the name of "Bret," a man who helps her and her granfather on their farm.
On their small farm, they raise cows and sheep for both their meat and hides and planted vegetables.
Bret was an average tall man with short messy dirty blonde hair with standard build.
His beared measured from ear to ear while his dark brown eyes hide the black of his iris.
His casual clothing of overalls were baggy and worned-covered with dirt and holes from his labor. The heat from the early autumn sun, cast him with sweat, glazing his tanned skin.
His appearence was of an honest man though people are always nautrally, tricked by each other through mere appearences.
Everyone seemed happy to live their lives as farmers but Hannah, Bret has noticed, her mind is always lingering far from her daily chores, her wondering thoughts leading into the outside world.
Bret's eyes,when falling upon Hannah were alwaysmore then just a look of concern for her -paying attention to her responsibilities to caring for her granfather's property- his gaze on Hannah was more then worry .He had held an intense effection and desire for her.
Though he was twenty eight and she only seventeen years old, he could not over look of attractive appearence.
Though working in the dying summer and into the new autumn season her skin was nearly ivory with a few remains of a soft pigment to her young skin.
When the sun captured her hair from out of the scattered cloudy sky,its touch would highlight all the colors of golden within the hair; its long blonde locks that end to her waist and her eyes, Bret felt that he could get lost in their ocean blue orbs.
These fantanties that begin teasing his mind would always leave him astray from all of his morality and even his duty from his work.
To him, she was time itself and never did it stop ticking when he was in her presence.
Finding himself tired from pulling out weeds, he sits on a wooden stool to catch his breath and rub the sweat from his eyes.
His eyes crack slight open to the sky once full of scattered clouds, but now all gone, leaving the sun's fierce rays bathing upon his sight.
Bret: Damn it all. Here its the wake of Autumn and there's still no releif from this strange heat.
Bret looks thrity feet away, watching Hannhah lean over the gaited fence line with waiting eyes.
Bret grunts and sighs.
Bret: Yup, for a week now when she takes her hour breaks she's always staying there, leaning against the fence and going off into space. Doesn't she have any freind she can hang around with at least??
"Yes..Bret, I worry for her as well..."
Bret jumps out of his skin to hear a weakened, voice, disrupt his unsociable conversation. He turns to look to his right shoulder to find Hannahh's granfather standing there with a cane in his hand and an arch in his back, leaning five percent of his weight onto the sturdy wooden cane as if it were apart of his body.
Bret: ! OH please excuse me Mr. Kart! Didn't realize you were there! *wirey smile* ^.^;
Mr. Kart: Oh don't worry about it, you have been working here for two years now and never missing the morning sun. *soft smile*
I'm sure a man like you needs time to think ...a future and and an ambition.
Bret: Hahaha, sir your too kind. I'm just worried.
Mr. Kart: Really? You look too young to me to worry so much. You have so much time! *dry laugh* I carry little time for myself.
Mr. Kart's eyes went from joy to a sadness when averting his gaze to his grand daughter.
Mr.Kart: Hannah has changed...ever since her mother's passing. Four years ago. *cringes* The memory never leaves me..and the horrible cries of that girl... back then
Mr.Kart: I'm sure the person who.....raped my daughter, is still somewhere here in the North provinces...couldn't have gone far.I pray to the gods for his judgement.
Bret: Why not call for a man hunt? Do you remeber what he looked like?
Mr. Kart gave out a involuntary grunt and shook his head.
Mr.Kart: Wish I did...would have killed him myself with this cane, you know?
Bret studies the cane carefully. It wasn't just a beaten wooden cane it had a valued appearence to it-beautifully crafted and desgined.The color of the wood was strangely black and so smooth with out one scruff mark!-
Mr. Kane: Looking at Hannah now she has strangely gotten over it..and hse seems like she is somewhere else.
Both their eyes locked on Hannha at th gate.
Hannah: ...(Its been weeks...he'd said he get rid of her and return...Whats taking so long?? Maybe he's no different then we as people...he betrayed me!...No..can't be...our gods would never...abandoned us!)
Hannah snorts under her frustration, her tension building, with her foot from underneath her long skirt tapping away. Stepping out of her impatience, she turns her eyes slightly towards Bret and she instantly frowns.
Hannah: (That man...how long does he plan on staring at me like a fool!?He's been doing that every since he was here...Why?)
About five miles from Mr.Kart's farm, Shirama makes his way down a single road heading into a wooded area. small human villages are adjacent to him as he keeps leading up the dirt road.
Shirama I don't so much as remember villages being here. Isn't this the territory of the Seeds Gang or am I mistakened?)
Though doubting himself Shirama continues until a small boy runs from out of his house and jumps into the road obstructing Shirama's way.
The boy pants hard from his running and his eyes were wide with excitement and joy.
Shirama looks at him oddly.
The six year old boy seems at first, clueless on what to do next until something in his mind begins to recall something and, quickly The bows and kneels within the thick muddy road, his face in the dirt.
Teddy: Welcome, my lord! I've really happy! I heard from Hannah that your a Saggi..Sagga...umm what was it...?
Shirama: Your an aquaintence with my cliant?
Teddy: Uhh..cliant? Aquaintenc? Well if your talking about Hannah..then yeah!
Shirama shuts his eyes and flaps his tail in aggravation.
Shirama: Befriending such a silly human female? What a comical insult. Her fate lies in death, Death the brother and lord of our race. You waste your time on such a conceited women.
Teddy raises his eyes to meet Shirama in a dismal state.
Teddy:..Is..she..bad? Your a god but also a demon...Are you going to spank her bottom, my lord?..* fantically expression*Cause I GET them a LOT you know!!!
Shirama:*frown softens slightly *Clueless look* What does "spank mean?"
Teddy: HUH!? Are you serious?? So then, you've never gotten a spaken before!? Wow you must be amazing!
Maybe I can learn from you and beocme a better kid for momma?
Shirama: I'm wasting my time with your likes creature.I can't teach you are ways, your just a human after all. So therefore there is nothing from me in which you can learn.
Teddy eyes drop to dissapointment.
Teddy:...Well in that case...can you...make a contract with me!?
Shirama usually casual dull face, certainly sparked with a shocked and dumb look..
Shirama:*humored chuckle* Uh..you...you stupid boy! Not with a child.
Teddy: HEH! Hannah is still a kid!
Shirama:*tilts head slightly* Ridiculous, she is mature enough to sign herself over to me. If she were our race, then she'd still be considered a child.
Your human standards are different from ours..
Teddy: And that's not fair! No way!
Shirama turns away from the boy not wanting to take in to more of his tantrum bantering.
Shirama: *snorts* Enough of this. You are...relentless and lack common respect. We you a child of centaurs, you'd be disciplined. Human children are the worst offspring. Children of man is an a crueler beast.
Shirama, feeling the impending time dwindling from his goal turns away from the ignorant child and makes his way onto the rode in which he was departing from
Shirama:..Stupid boy...you remind me of ..him.
Teddy: Him? Who him?
Shirama: Eros, who looked to be around your age...
Shirama: Enough of this...*moves up the road Teddy*
Just as he turns Teddy grasp Shiramas's left foreleg.
Shirama: Stop this!
Teddy: ..*quietly* Its okay...my lord if you can't cry then I'll cry for you..and...
Teddy:And ...your a really pretty horsie!!!! *starry eyes* What type are you!? Umm..can I have a ride?
Shirama: ..Such a reject. Wait child when you are less stupid and kind, and a man. Chasing after a reckless dream and your own genetic inheritance as a man...only then, when you are not fill of your unlimited desires, pray to me of what you want in which the world refuses to give you.
Teddy: *scared look*
Shirama kneels down slowly to meet the boys growing fearful eyes and to the boy's amazement, Shirama's whole body becomes human.
Shirama: Will we meet on terms of men and I'll promise you a contract as an adult can only make *witful smirk*
With that said, Shirama leaves the boy, whom had so much spirit and joy, was left stunned and sealed within his pose. Unmoving, as if trance by the eyes of a messenger of death and fortune.
The road he travels now is a road towards, Hanna, the girl from Dale whose fate has already been sealed despite her growing adoration and love from the Sagittarius and her future is already ten feet under.
Seven years later