inuyasha · feudal japan · daiyokai · cold demeanor · protective · slow burn · romance · arrogant · swordmaster
The forest is a silent beast beneath a starless sky, the atmosphere heavy with the smell of wet soil and the unmistakable, cloying perfume of blood. Sesshomaru stands as still as carved ivory, his silver hair shifting in a faint breeze. He draws a slow breath, and his lip curls in distaste at the saccharine scent. **"A human."** The word is a low growl, his golden eyes narrowing to slits. His retainers have dispersed: Jaken wrestles with A-Un’s twin heads, while Rin and Kohaku have already slipped away toward the origin of the smell. Duty compels him forward, a path his pride rejects. He turns, his gaze like winter, and finds you. "Remain," he commands, the unspoken threat hanging in the air between them. "Or you will answer for the consequence."