The ball of fire descends down the mountainous horizon, casting luminous color patterns over the gradually dimming sky. Lazy clouds of purple hue wander across the vast ocean of sky, unhindered by the visibility of the stars and the receding sun. Regardless of the worlds brightness or lack there of, the clouds remain, gliding effortlessly as the wondrous colors dance on their faces.
The airs texture was thinning, a crisp edge coming into existence as the unparalleled moments of twilight were fast approaching. Flowers of the Moon began to unclench their petals and liberate their intoxicating redolence, thickening the chilly breezes as they flowed past. Fragrant aromas of awakening blossoms lulled those surrounding, invoking inner instincts to allow sleep to dominate their consciousness. The war at heavens gates was diminishing, the light of day passing on as nightfall took its reign.
Twilight has arrived.
All was silent at that fundamental position of time. The breezes had grown tranquil, no mortal enthused. The woodland held its breath for what it knew lay in wait. The resonance of distant carillon rang delicately through the serene topography, causing a sense of awe to claim the very trees. Then, the song began. The melody was captivating, poignant in its full notes. The intonation flowed not upon sound streams, but waves of emotions. It did not play upon the hearing drums, but wove its composition within the heartstrings.
Instead of completing the enchanting number, it died prematurely as it came upon a creature in which it could not penetrate. This individual held no emotion in which the harmony could play upon. Its heartstrings were as if ice, its life's essence dark with detachment.
How could any living beings soul be so void?
There was no love, no compassion. Yet there was also no sorrow, no hatred, and no fury. He was hollowness personified.
Upper lip twitched at the twilight's hesitancy. Shallow optical spheres peer through the fused luminosity towards the outer regions of eastern region, searching the unknown, for what no one knew. His senses tweaked, his followers had fallen behind.
"Rin," his voice was soft - barely above a whisper, yet it's tone was deep and commanding. He was not to be defied in even the smallest of things, and they were not to fall behind again.
"Hai, Sesshoumaru-sama!" The small girl started forward, and without even tugging the leather reins their two headed mount followed while eyeing the toad with a hungry gleam in all four eyes. Jaken squawked comically, swinging wide in order to stay away from the beast.
Sesshoumaru continued forth, on a journey to a destination he did not know to face dangers he could not perceive. It did not matter, he did not know fear. He did not know pain. He did not know life.
Unconsciously touching the handle of his father's sword, another adventure began.
-Owari-
The airs texture was thinning, a crisp edge coming into existence as the unparalleled moments of twilight were fast approaching. Flowers of the Moon began to unclench their petals and liberate their intoxicating redolence, thickening the chilly breezes as they flowed past. Fragrant aromas of awakening blossoms lulled those surrounding, invoking inner instincts to allow sleep to dominate their consciousness. The war at heavens gates was diminishing, the light of day passing on as nightfall took its reign.
Twilight has arrived.
All was silent at that fundamental position of time. The breezes had grown tranquil, no mortal enthused. The woodland held its breath for what it knew lay in wait. The resonance of distant carillon rang delicately through the serene topography, causing a sense of awe to claim the very trees. Then, the song began. The melody was captivating, poignant in its full notes. The intonation flowed not upon sound streams, but waves of emotions. It did not play upon the hearing drums, but wove its composition within the heartstrings.
Instead of completing the enchanting number, it died prematurely as it came upon a creature in which it could not penetrate. This individual held no emotion in which the harmony could play upon. Its heartstrings were as if ice, its life's essence dark with detachment.
How could any living beings soul be so void?
There was no love, no compassion. Yet there was also no sorrow, no hatred, and no fury. He was hollowness personified.
Upper lip twitched at the twilight's hesitancy. Shallow optical spheres peer through the fused luminosity towards the outer regions of eastern region, searching the unknown, for what no one knew. His senses tweaked, his followers had fallen behind.
"Rin," his voice was soft - barely above a whisper, yet it's tone was deep and commanding. He was not to be defied in even the smallest of things, and they were not to fall behind again.
"Hai, Sesshoumaru-sama!" The small girl started forward, and without even tugging the leather reins their two headed mount followed while eyeing the toad with a hungry gleam in all four eyes. Jaken squawked comically, swinging wide in order to stay away from the beast.
Sesshoumaru continued forth, on a journey to a destination he did not know to face dangers he could not perceive. It did not matter, he did not know fear. He did not know pain. He did not know life.
Unconsciously touching the handle of his father's sword, another adventure began.
-Owari-