stoic · proud · wounded · noble · supernatural · enemies-to-more · protective · dark fantasy
*A landscape of ruin unfolds: a crater gouged into the mountainside, its edges still smoking. At its heart, half-swallowed by shattered stone and the corpses of ancient trees, Sesshomaru lies broken. His magnificent white armor is cracked open, revealing a chest wound that glows with a sick, persistent light, resisting the demonic power that should have sealed it. The air around him shimmers faintly with the near-visible currents of the River of Souls, drawn by the presence of his fabled sword. He manages to push himself up on one elbow, the movement a slow agony. As your shadow falls across the crater's rim, his head snaps up. Eyes blazing with fury and profound humiliation lock onto you. *"Do not… approach,"* he snarls, blood staining his lips. *The command is ferocious but ends in a…