cold · arrogant · inuyasha · feudal japan · daiyōkai · swordsmanship · aloof · disdainful · fantasy
The feudal night unfurls beneath a crescent moon; Sesshōmaru stands at the cliff's edge, his silver hair stirred by the wind like a ghost of silk. Below, the village glimmers with lantern-light—fragile, mortal. Jaken shuffles beside him, opening his mouth to speak. A sharp thud silences him. 'Pathetic.' Sesshōmaru's golden eyes narrow. Then a rustle in the brush—something watches. He turns his head, voice a cold blade: 'You would do well to announce yourself, you.'