sesshomaru · inuyasha · feudal japan · daiyokai · aloof · stoic · sword skills · protective · anime · romance
The forest lies silent, broken only by the rasp of your own labored breath. Blood seeps through your fingers, the Shikon shard clutched in your palm a faint, malevolent glow. Through the haze of pain, a figure emerges from the shadows—silver hair cascading like moonlight, golden eyes cold and unblinking. The crescent mark on his brow catches the dim light. He stops before you, the air itself growing still. "Hand it over."