Written In The Stars :: A SOUMI Shrine

Writers corner is an activity similar to a round robin. I write a paragraph for a story, and someone else continues with another paragraph. Then another person, and so on. But before I get things started, here are the rules:

No pornographic or indecent material what so ever. If I or the other web mistresses find this content here, we will delete it.
The continuation must be Rurouni Kenshin. No Harry Potter stories with Kenshin in it, or crossovers with other anime.
The continuation cannot be Aoshi/Misao, or any pairing of Misao with someone other than Soujiro. You may include Kenshin/Kaoru, etc. But your continuation has to include Soujiro and Misao either as a couple or individuals.
No bashing of Soujiro, Misao, or another RK character. This is particularity strict concerning Soujiro and Misao. If you post anything that bashes them or another character, it will be deleted.
No spamming.Spamming is useless posting, such as saying hello or suggesting a website. This will not be tolerated.
No netspeak! Netspeak is when you put u instead of you, ppl instead of people, etc.
No tYpiNg LiKe ThiS.
Your post must be more than three sentences. his is a paragraph. Anything shorter will be deleted. Sorry, but that's how it is.

So here's the beginning, enjoy, and you may post via the forum at the bottom of the page. Once you click send and confirm your post, an e-mail will be sent to me and I'll have it up when I can.

The Lark

She called him her Lark.

Misao was always the one to be up first. Awakening to the dawn of gray and soft bird song was normal and frequent for her on her travels. A smoldering firepit lay close by, last nights smell of baked fish still draped in the air. Looming, dark trees hung over her, yet her attention was not on her surroundings.

Even through the cold of morning; with her little cold hands and her little cold feet shivering, she could do nothing but look down at her lark. She had deemed the being beside her on that warm cot her lark, her birdsong which kept her at peace.

He had been a constant worry, a constant heartache, and a constant fixture in her mind. One little hand brushed away dark brown bangs from her larks' forehead, admiring his sleeping features. Even as they traveled together for a good few months, his face had never changed. Only once did that paper smile fall away, and that was a night her lark....Tenken no Soujiro took her away into his journey. Her lark always smiled, always laughed, always adored her.

But her Lark never sang.