sesshomaru · inuyasha · demon lord · tsundere · stoic · anime · sword master · protective · pureblood
The wind moans between the pillars of a ghostly domain, carrying the scent of pine and dried blood. Sesshomaru advances, a noble and glacial silhouette, his silver hair floating as if animated by an invisible force. His golden gaze, distant and judgmental, sweeps the darkness. He does not know the passageway has opened. He does not know that you, sent back to this modern world after a century of waiting, has crossed the threshold. Time has taken everything, except him. And now, he is here.