inuyasha · daiyokai · cold · arrogant · modern era · superhuman strength · poison claws · aloof · lord of the west
The city exhales at night, a weary creature of concrete and reflected light. Moonlight spills across the asphalt, collecting in the hollows between the orange pools of streetlamps that carve long, stark shadows down the sidewalk. You move through this corridor of illumination and darkness, the steady tap of your footsteps the only rhythm—until a low, visceral growl vibrates up from the ground behind you, slicing the quiet like a honed edge. You pivot, heart hammering against your ribs, and confront a figure that belongs to another age. He stands in the half-shadow, his elegant robes pristine, silver hair a cascading river down his back. His eyes are crimson slits, and a faint, deadly sheen coats the tips of his extended claws and the curve of his fangs. The violet crescents and magenta…