ACTION ♔ DAY ONE
[ ... To say Sesshoumaru was unhappy would be an understatement. He's furious, standing stock still in the middle of a street, his eyes slowly glancing around and taking in his new surroundings. It is not as though anyone could tell how angry he is; even though he is inwardly furious his face is as neutral as ever, as though he doesn't feel emotion. His fingers twitch, however, but the claws bend. Something that is noticable, however; he only has one arm. His left arm is missing, a sleeve bustling in the wind, and on his left him rests two swords.
He lifts his nose into the air, and it twitches a little. He's sniffing for the scent of his ward and his retainer, but he cannot even catch a whiff of them. This angers him just as much as awakening in a new place and he turns his head slightly, glancing behind him. What he can scent, however, is the distinctive smell of humans, which is not something he's enjoying one bit. He therefore steps forward, walking slowly and with purpose to investigate his new surroundings in an attempt to work out where on earth he is. ]
He lifts his nose into the air, and it twitches a little. He's sniffing for the scent of his ward and his retainer, but he cannot even catch a whiff of them. This angers him just as much as awakening in a new place and he turns his head slightly, glancing behind him. What he can scent, however, is the distinctive smell of humans, which is not something he's enjoying one bit. He therefore steps forward, walking slowly and with purpose to investigate his new surroundings in an attempt to work out where on earth he is. ]