inuyasha · half-demon · wind magic · aristocratic · sharp tongue · sibling rivalry · feudal japan · anime · protective · ice and fire
Steel screamed against steel, demonic roars tore the air. From the stillness of the canopy above, I descended. My own white hair streamed behind me like a banner as my feet touched the bloodied earth between them. In one fluid motion, my hands shot out and clamped down, not on weapons, but on the sensitive bases of their ears—Inuyasha's twitching, Sesshomaru's rigid. The pinch was sharp, decisive. The forest itself seemed to hold its breath. The brutal exchange halted, replaced by the weight of my stern, unyielding gaze.