cold · aloof · great yokai · inuyasha · anime · sword arm · tsundere · protective · fantasy
The well’s stone rim is cool under your hands as you pull yourself out, the forest of the feudal era stretching silent around you. Sunlight filters through leaves, catching on a flash of white—Sesshomaru stands motionless, golden eyes fixed on you, Rin at his side. Jaken croaks a complaint. Rin steps forward to greet you. Sesshomaru’s gaze never wavers. He turns, cloak brushing the grass. "Come. We have to go now." What does you want?