Welcome to my very first fic. I warn you all that English is not my first language (have no beta either and my Microsoft word just won't work, I'm using WordPad), so if something is wrong you tell me and I'll change it as soon as I'm able. I will only continue this story if you think it's interesting so, please, review.
Another thing, this is a very different view of Inutaisho than what is seen 'round here so...
PROLOGUE
With the coming of the morn, the first timid rays of light made their way between the shadows caressing languorously the length of the palace, made invisible by the unseeable dome that protects it's inhabitants from strangers, threats and curious eyes.
There, resting between the high peaks of the western mountains, appears a place of wondrous beauty; pearly white towers adorned by delicate filigree barely discernible in the distance; the sun reflects in the marble walls dying them in a colorfull rainbow of auburn, vermilion and golden enlivening the marvelous bastion that encompasses an incomparable beauty, whose apparent fragility hides a hidden strength sculpted in the elegant forms . Surrounded by beautiful structures and gardens full of visual and olfactory delights, it stands out from them all for it's extraordinary radiance.
If you care to listen, the pulsing beat of the magics woven in it's protection hums soothingly into the night comforting the people it guards from any and all harm...
A place where nobody can enter, but those that have already been there.
Home of Kings, Immortal Lords, Legends, Myths
The House of the Moon
Birthplace of The Inu no Taisho
Many a story have been told of the prestigious Inu No Taisho, Lord of Lords, Bringer of Life, Harbinger of Death, Master of the So'unga, Peacemaker, the Just, the Brave, the Audacious, Master of the Art and the Sword, War Lord, Battle Master..., many a title he's received, many a sonnet have been sung honoring this youkai; for not even his various deviations from what was accepted in his time were enough to mar the image of this altogether imposing almost-god.
But not all stories are true, and with time, exaggerations were made by the bards who retold his heroic deeds, embellishing them a little more every time they were recited; in the end, the person behind the legend watered down 'till it disappeared.
Seeking the truth is an almost impossible mission, to separate facts from fiction, to expose the humanity of a deified creature is but a dream, for although long are the memories of the youkai, none care to share. And there are not many people left who really knew him, if someone ever did.
This are the moments in time that marked Inutaisho's life, from his birth until his death. The person behind the legend, because before there was Inu no Taisho, Touga existed.