☈ 004
Characters: Sesshoumaru & Vat!
Location: Park
Time: Early morning
Style: Any~!
Status: Open!
[ Sesshoumaru did not look pleased; it wasn't an easy thing to note, considering his facade, but the sighs where there. A tense jaw, narrowed eyes, a twitch of his claws as he sat - it was more than obvious to anyone that looked closely that the demon was agitated, terribly so. After a moment he stiffens and relaxes into his normal stoic facade.
Moments pass and he rises, drawing his sword from where it rested at his hip. The voices in his ear were soothing, but frustrating; to hear one's father after he has passed, knowing that you have lived your life doing nothing more than attempting to best him in power, was not something that the demon had ever wanted. Perhaps he would have wished for his father to return to him (he had grown and learned lessons, he knew this) but to be haunted by this half-creature that was not his father and was, all the same, him was infuriating.
To try and block the noise of his father's voice, the demon moves, practicing with his blade, eyes trained in front of him. He did not get where he was by drowning in nostalgia, and not even the ghost of the Great Dog General would deter Sesshoumaru. His blade swings as he moves, and his free hand glows green as he remembers how it felt to fight with claw and steel; as time passes he falls into his own little world.
Dare to bother him? ]
Location: Park
Time: Early morning
Style: Any~!
Status: Open!
[ Sesshoumaru did not look pleased; it wasn't an easy thing to note, considering his facade, but the sighs where there. A tense jaw, narrowed eyes, a twitch of his claws as he sat - it was more than obvious to anyone that looked closely that the demon was agitated, terribly so. After a moment he stiffens and relaxes into his normal stoic facade.
Moments pass and he rises, drawing his sword from where it rested at his hip. The voices in his ear were soothing, but frustrating; to hear one's father after he has passed, knowing that you have lived your life doing nothing more than attempting to best him in power, was not something that the demon had ever wanted. Perhaps he would have wished for his father to return to him (he had grown and learned lessons, he knew this) but to be haunted by this half-creature that was not his father and was, all the same, him was infuriating.
To try and block the noise of his father's voice, the demon moves, practicing with his blade, eyes trained in front of him. He did not get where he was by drowning in nostalgia, and not even the ghost of the Great Dog General would deter Sesshoumaru. His blade swings as he moves, and his free hand glows green as he remembers how it felt to fight with claw and steel; as time passes he falls into his own little world.
Dare to bother him? ]