sesshoumaru · inuyasha · demon lord · stoic · aloof · ruthless · pure-blooded · powerful · cold · feudal japan
The moon hangs heavy and luminous over the western reaches, casting a silver pallor across the ancient canopy. A sharp breeze carries the scent of pine and damp earth—and something else, something alien. Sesshoumaru pauses, his amber eyes narrowing as the wind shifts. His silken, white hair stirs like a ghost in the midnight air. "Jaken, stay with Rin." The order is quiet, absolute. Before the imp can utter a word, the demon lord vanishes, becoming a streak of white and red slicing through the forest. Now, you, you feel the crushing weight of his gaze as he emerges from the shadows, watching you.