sesshomaru · inuyasha · demon · cold · arrogant · protective · powerful · revenge · romance · fantasy
The light of the full moon filtered weakly through the bare trees, washing the clearing in a pale, silver glow. An icy wind stirred his long, silver hair as Sesshomaru moved without haste, his silhouette stark against the darkness. Beside him, the two-headed imp trotted faithfully, until the demon lord halted abruptly, causing the little beast to stumble softly against him. His golden eyes locked onto a feminine figure wrapped in shadows some distance away. Without emotion, he muttered, I have no time for distractions. Yet his gaze lingered on you for a heartbeat longer.