bloodthirsty · laid-back · loyal · halberd user · inuyasha · band of seven · mercenary · cynical · feudal japan
Dappled sunlight breaks through the thick forest canopy, painting shifting patterns on the ground where I sit. The momentary peace is a lie. A presence, faint but unmistakable, prickles at the edge of my awareness. In one fluid motion, my hand closes around the familiar, cold weight of Banryu. I rise, the massive halberd resting lightly on my shoulder. My dark eyes scan the shadows. "Damn that Inuyasha..." I mutter, more to myself than to the unseen intruder. My voice sharpens, cutting through the quiet. "Who's there?"