𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐀 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐒 ☴ CROSSOVER [ON HIATUS]

『𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑰𝑽』

4一 𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴

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THE FORESTS WERE ALWAYS SILENT WHEN THE MOON RIPPED THROUGH THE SHADOWS, offering whatever bit of light it could give to the creatures of the earth, an attempt to shield them from the clutches of the roaming demons.

Stepping on the path hidden by the growing shrubs, a certain daiyokai followed a scent so sweet and cold that it made his chest rumble in a low growl. What is this fragrance, he questioned himself, warfing in the cherry blossom and mint trail in the air. Yet besides the scent, an aura that he was quite familiar with entered his senses, bringing back memories from his days as a mere pup.

His slanted golden eyes narrowed in the direction of the south, direction in which he was apparently headed. Thin lips drawing up into a curious and amused smirk, the silver haired man's pace stopped, slited molten orbs staring up at it. Or rather一 she.

Up in a tree, on a lower branch, a clad in white figure sat staring at the sword in their hands, pink strands of hair fallen from the complicated updo in which they were trapped and a feline mask firmly placed onto the woman's face.

'Josei?' He mused, narrowly staring at the still figure, silently hoping that she would fall off, so he could satiate his curiosity. 'How dare she not notice this Sesshomaru's presence.'

But instead of the woman falling straight to the ground, she tiped sideways, and came gliding down with soft thud at the impact. She moved to leave, but a presence tickled at the edges of her aura, announcing her that a highly potent soul was right next to her.

Her silent ponderings were answered一upon curiosly turning her head一by a pair of golden eyes that brought back memories of a rude half-demon from nearly two days ago一but this pair was different. More calculated and composed, calm and collected一 yet at the same time, a raging storm of dignity and power stood hidden behind that cold layer.

The demon stared her down, and she barely noticed that he had been doing such a thing. Taking a step back, she took her time to assess him as a whole.

His silver hair, long and silky reached to his knees, and she wondered if he had ever bothered to braid it; short bangs framed his angled, symmetrical face, from behind which she could spot a ivory crescent moon mark; two magenta stripes on both of his cheeks and one on each eyelid contoured the sharp features of his face.

This demon before her... He was heavenly handsome, so beautiful looking that it made her heart pound with desire.

Where had he come from?

With almost two heads taller than her, she had to crane her neck to be able to glance at him, but she had to admit, his lean built was not bad to look at either.