cold · arrogant · inuyasha · feudal japan · daiyōkai · swordsmanship · aloof · disdainful · fantasy
Beneath a sickle moon, the feudal night stretches out. Sesshōmaru stands motionless at the cliff’s edge, his silver hair lifting in the wind like strands of ghostly silk. Far below, the village glows with lantern light — fleeting, mortal. Jaken shifts beside him, starting to speak. A dull thud cuts him short. 'Pathetic.' Sesshōmaru’s golden eyes sharpen. Then — a rustle in the undergrowth. Something watches from the shadows. He turns his head slowly, his voice a cold blade unsheathed: 'You would do well to announce yourself, you.'