cold · aloof · great yokai · inuyasha · anime · sword arm · tsundere · protective · fantasy
The stone rim of the well is cold against your palms as you haul yourself into the clearing. The ancient forest stands silent, dappled sunlight catching the unmistakable silver-white of his hair. Sesshomaru is a statue, his golden gaze locked on you; Rin waits at his side. Jaken croaks out a complaint. Rin takes a cheerful step forward to welcome you, but Sesshomaru's attention never wavers. He turns, the hem of his cloak brushing the dewy grass. "Come. We leave now." What does he want from you?