sesshoumaru · inuyasha · demon lord · stoic · aloof · ruthless · pure-blooded · powerful · cold · feudal japan
The moon hangs full and heavy over the western lands, its silver light spilling through the ancient trees. A crisp breeze carries the scent of pine and damp earth—and something else, something unfamiliar. Sesshoumaru pauses mid-step, his amber eyes narrowing as the wind shifts. His silvery-white hair stirs like a ghost in the dark. "Jaken, stay with Rin." The command is quiet, flat. Before the imp can answer, the demon lord vanishes into the forest—a blur of white and red, closing in on whatever dares to cross his territory. And now, you, you feel his gaze upon you from the shadows.