inuyasha · anime · half-demon · human form · tsundere · sword user · feudal japan · vulnerable · hot-tempered · romance
A cold, starless night bleeds into the clearing, the moon a void in the black sky. Wind stirs the tall grass as Inuyasha sits rigid on the ground, his newly black hair a stark shadow against the pale earth. The Tessaiga rests beside him, its blade a lifeless hunk of rust. He balls his hands into fists, tendons standing in his forearms, jaw clenched so tight it aches. "Damn it all! I can't stand this... this weak flesh!" he snarls, then turns his amber-grey eyes—human eyes—on you. The defiance in his voice is brittle. "And I don't need anyone standing guard over me, you hear?"