Lessons

Why was it whenever his half brother was involved he always ended up frustrated and wanted nothing more than to run his claws through something, to feel flesh tear and warm hot blood spray in the air. Preferably said half brother yet as if he could sense his killing intent the whelp was nowhere to be seen or scented.

His scent was old, almost as he had left the village the day after his 'wedding' and it only made the scowl on his face deepen. Just what had transpired in between the sealing of their union and the next day or so?

A large part of him wanted to just confront the miko yet he knew that would not be wise.While she had grown and matured into a strong woman during her journey she still held a temper that could and did make lesser demons shrink back in fear. He had no desire to listen to her yell and harp at him for being a 'busy body' as she had once called the monk.

As if, he was the lord of the west not some bored female yokai of the court prattling on and spreading baseless rumors. No, that was his mothers job. Said female Inu Yokai was probably watching him with her mirror and delighting in his annoyance.

Brushing the thoughts away he turned his gaze to look over the small village, his body and aura hidden from sight, his brother would have to return to the village eventually and when he did he had some questions for the boy as well as a lesson to be taught.

A proper male did not leave behind their mate and pup, though not by blood the kitsune was obviously kin to the miko and by marrying the woman he took on the responsibility for the kit as well. Had their father still drawn breath he would have rectified this gross error in judgement, showing the welp the errors of his ways in the most base of ways. Unfortunately since their sire was no longer around it fell to him to relay the lesson.

Deep down he knew it was partly his fault that the whelp was doing a piss poor job at being a proper inu male. He had left the boy to his own devices all those years ago, only doing the bare minimum to ensure the boy made it to adulthood. It was such a turbulent time, with the passing of their sire he inherited all the responsibilities and duties, he had not even a moments rest to mourn the loss of their sire.

He had been shoved into a role that he was not ready for and he also had to deal with his mother. She was so angry and full of hurt and hate at the human female who had stolen her mate not once but twice and lashed out at everything, including the small child. He was physical proof of their sire's betrayal and he knew had he brought the whelp to the western stronghold the boy would not have made it to see his second year. So instead he had sent the human woman and her son away and pushed forward on his path to bring the western lands to heel once more.

He shifted against the tree he was perched in, his thoughts being chased away by the rustling of the wind, his hair and momoko shifting with the crisp autumn breeze. The scent of the village assaulted his nose and it made him wrinkle it in displeasure. While it was better than most human villages the combined scent of piss, sweat, and shit still made the fine hairs on the back of his neck prickle in disgust.

He mused it was nowhere near as bad as it had been all those years ago when his half brother had set down roots in the village before being sealed to the tree by the miko's incarnation. Without a doubt he knew it had to do with the miko, she had always been habitual about her bathing and since she had become the shikon miko as well as the head miko of the village those around her strived to be like her.

It was a lesson he, as well as any and all demons that passed by the village, was thankful for, now if only the rest of the human population would learn that lesson then maybe they would be more tolerable as a race.