Dark, shining, mocha eyes stared down at the clump of cloth in the grass, matted, shredded, and dyed a terrible crimson color, still wet and reeking of iron. Looking up at the daiyokai who had stopped to stare at the cloth as well Rin clutched at her tiny heart feeling it squeeze tightly before pumping at a rapid pace. Though she feared not for her life.
"It would appear a villager got too close to either a wild animal or a yokai. Ignore it. Come Rin." He added with a turn when the girl made no motion to move. They had more ground to cover before night fall.
"Do not make yourself a bother to Lord Sesshomaru Rin! Follow him or be left behind we haven't time for your nonsense." Jakken said giving Rin a small yet sharp rap to the knee. The toad froze at the glace he received, icy, full of needles and not from a pair of golden eyes. Never had Jakken seen the girl glare, it stilled him. Sesshomaru stopped walking, a flash of annoyance on his face at his subordinates inability to keep up. His eyes widened a fraction, seeing the look on Rin's face; it was gone quicker than it appeared.
Sesshomaru-sama, there are pieces of cloth all over the meadow but," Rin gulped not knowing how to string her words together. ", there are no. . .other pieces and." Carefully picking up the material, rubbing off some of the blood to reveal a once vibrant shade of yellow, Rin clutched it in her hand tightly. Tears threatened to well at her chocolate depths making Ah-Un give a strange grunt. "This is Kagome-chan's bag."
"Hn." Now that she mentioned it, the place did reek of the tag along miko, he over looked it before, as the scent of the hanyou didn't accompany it. Sesshomaru didn't have the time to deal with him today.
"Lord Sesshomaru has no time to deal with the ningen of the hanyou Rin. Nor does he want to." Jakken squawked finding his words. Ignoring Jakken, Rin turned her determined eyes up to her beloved Lord, the happy shine so typically there, gone, no trace of it in the depths of chocolate.
"Hn." Turning Sesshomaru began to follow the strip of cloth. Rin broke into a toothy grin clapping. She became solemn again though at the thought of what they might find. She didn't want Kagome-chan to be hurt. As they began to enter the brush Sesshomaru held up a hand, signaling for Rin to stop walking. Clutching at Jakken, despite his protest that he didn't want the blood of the ningen on him, Rin look at him with wide, terrified eyes.
Rin hadn't been wrong; the material did indeed belong to the bag of the miko. Shredded in large chunks, covered in blood, it appeared the miko had crawled, perhaps in hopes to hide under the brush from what harmed her. It hadn't been a yokai, Sesshomaru could tell, the only scent in the air, save for the girl's blood, was dirt, dirt and something Sesshomaru couldn't quite place.
"Jakken." Sesshomaru's voice low and stern brought the short followers out of their daze. "Take Rin back to Ah-Un in the clearing. Go back to the manor. This Sesshomaru will return before morning. With this amount of blood in the air any number of yokai could show." He left no room for questions as usual though that didn't stop Rin. Pulling his eyes down to her with a tug of his momoko, she looked to him, her question loud though not spoken at all.
"This Sesshomaru will do what he can without soiling himself with the scent of the miko." Rin nodded following Jakken. Turning back to the girl he moved the brush, his lip moving up in a sneer at the site of what he saw. A broken off arrow in her shoulder, high up away from the heart, barely missing the lung, multiple lacerations on her body, a particularly bad on across her stomach, where the most of the blood had probably come from. Sesshomaru had no desire to pick up the girl and spread her scent all over him.
Letting his whip gather along his fingers Sesshomaru made quick work of slicing down branches, each full of thick leaves. Binding them together wit ha single strand of his hair, Sesshomaru picked up Kagome, the girl was light, impossible pale from blood loss, her unusual kimono almost shredded off her body. What of her skin could be seen lay covered in dirt and grime. As he picked her up Sesshomaru heard the pop of her shoulder rotating. It hadn't been in place apparently, though the other shoulder was in no position to be picked up.
Putting the girl down on the branches he had gathered Sesshomaru stared up at the sky for a moment. The girl was alive, though barely just. Her heart beat weak, her breath even more shallow than her heart. It would have almost been more worth it to simply kill her and be done with it. Sesshomaru knew though, Rin would never let him hear the end of it if this girl died.