Inuyasha lay still against the thick bark of the ancient tree. He was mirrored by another silver-haired dog demon, same fair face and strong body that he had. This demon had short hair, though, and a blue kimono. It's tail swayed with the breeze.
"You're as still as the dead and your heart beats frozen, yet life still engulfs you, Inuyasha," it muttered to the unmoving demon. "Let's hope the world does not fall into my paws while you slumber."
Ichirinno crouched in the shelter of a tree as she listenned for footsteps. She had caught her brother, Sesshomaru, voyaging in this direction and she hoped to get him off gaurd. Sesshomaru was her older brother and her mentor, the focal point of admiration in Ichi's life. He had raised her ever since their parents died. Inuyasha, their half-brother, proved to be as useless as a pet to them declaring that he was a typical house pet since he had a lust for human love. Though she had more things in common with her half brother than Sesshomaru thought. Ichinaru once fell in love with a famous human mercenary, Renkotsu, before he was slaughtered by an angry village. She still bears a grudge against herself for caring so much for such a pitiful weakling like him.
Just as suddenly as the direction of the wind changed, Sesshomaru came hurtling toward Ichinaru full-force. "Hey!" She exclaimed as his fist plunged into her abdomen. A spark of pain fluttered her mind for a moment, then she regained her senses and bunched her legs up under his body and propelled him off. He landed lightly on his feet about five meters away.
Rubbing her aching stomach, she growled "I was so sure I was gonna' get you by surprise! How'd you pick up my scent so quickly?" With an amusing snort from her brother, he began walking past her in the direction of the East mountains. "Knowing you since I was a pup you'd think I'd be able to distinguish your scent a thoasand miles away," more sternly, he siad, "Whenever you're planning to ambush a familiar enemy, always cover your scent in any way possible. The direction of the wind barely helps."
The young apprentice nodded slowly, soaking up the information to be remembered in a later date. She hurried after her master. "Where are we going?" His expresson didn't phase at the slightest. He only wavered his eyes to look at his sister. "Are we gonna' look for the Tetsusaiga again? That sword sure does know how to hide itself," She sighed as she trailed along behind. They've been searching for the prized sword for years now and still not a single clue. Ichi didn't believe in gaining power from weapons. She believed that true power comes from the brain, being sly and intelligent, while also having unmatched brute strength. Her father forged a sword for each of his sons, while Ichi was left with nothing. It wasn't like she actually wanted a sword, she wouldn't have used it anyway, but to this day it still made her feel a bit uncomfortable when either of her brothers talked about their favored gift.
"Hey, bro, I'mma go get some food, I'll catch yah later." she waved to her brother, then bounded off in the opposite direction. Truth is, she wasn't very hungry, she just wanted something to do.
As she took in a deep breath, the scent of evil, death, and baboon flooded her nose. Ichi stopped dead in her tracks. What the hell is that? she wondered. Not only the piercing stench, but an almost overbearing demonic aura surrounded the whole forest! She launched herself into a high branch in a tree, creeping along the canopy towards the wierd scent.
Ichinaru followed the scent trail until she spotted it's focal point, a demon wrapped in a baboon cloak.
