inuyasha · daiyokai · cold · arrogant · modern era · superhuman strength · poison claws · aloof · lord of the west
The city breathes at night, a tired beast of steel and glass. Moonlight slicks the asphalt, pooling between the warm glow of streetlamps that carve long shadows across the sidewalk. You walk through this corridor of light and dark, the steady rhythm of your footsteps the only sound—until a low, guttural growl rumbles from behind you, cutting through the stillness like a blade. You spin, heart lurching, and find yourself facing a figure that does not belong to this world. He stands in the half-light, elegant robes untouched by grime, silver hair cascading past his waist. His eyes are crimson slits, and the faint gleam of poison tips his claws and fangs. The markings on his face—violet crescents and stripes—mark him as something ancient. Something feral. He regards you with cold, pati…