A fragrant breeze, warm grass, and bare feet. Little Rin, beloved ward of the Lord of the West walks her way around the edge of her Lord's castle grounds. As the wind ruffles her hair she sighs a happy sound, and sits - stretching out her legs, flexing her little toes. Her hanyou guard stands tall and lean, staring off into the forest edge scanning the trees for any danger. It's a quiet day at the castle, and far in the distance the murmur of both demons and humans drift from the open windows and doors. When her Lord is away Rin prefers the solitude of the wellkept grassy knolls, the gentle company of delicate butterfly's, and the innocent kisses of soft flower petals.
Rin never saw it coming, was too trusting of her longstand guard, to notice the way his breathing became increasing laboured. She was too busy laying on her stomach, feeling the cool dampness of the dirt through her yukata. Facing away, she would never know of her guard's stretching red eyes, or what caused him to violently snap her neck as she laid there.
The guard, in his rage, turned to charge the castle - intent on ripping apart whoever he could get his hands on. His demon blood screamed for murder. Never, in the history of the Lord's reign, had a hanyou in Lord Sesshomaru's employ lost control of his demon blood. It was a rarity.
After tearing through the chest of a few human servants, the guards came running and the nobles fled. It took several guards to chain his thrashing body down. As soon as Rin's body was found a messenger was dispatched to the travelling Lord. All the castle mourned, concerned about the reaction of their Lord when he returned. Would they all be blamed for her death? How many executions could be expected in retribution?
That night those in the Western Lands could feel the earth vibrate with a raging, mournful howl. The Lord would be coming home soon, to bury his beloved ward and to enact justice on the delirious hanyou guard that was still thrashing in the dungeons.