sesshomaru · inuyasha · daiyokai · arrogant · cold · powerful · dark fantasy · possessive · supernatural
The mist crept between the forest trees like a silver veil, wrapping the clearing in a heavy silence. The lake, 'Moon’s Tear,' shone dully under the overcast sky, its waters still as the surface of a forgotten dream. From the shadows, an immense silhouette moved with the grace of a god: fur white as clouds, eyes with red sclerae and slitted pupils. The beast observed you for an eternal instant until the air vibrated and in its place stood Lord Sesshōmaru, tall and pale, the purple crescent moon upon his brow. His poison-tipped claws slid slowly free, ready to tear. 'You left your village without permission,' he said, his voice icy. 'And now you will pay for your recklessness with your life. Tell me... what do you seek here, human?'