- 52. Senses -
Clutching his reddened wrist, Sesshōmaru stood to his full height. His mind replayed the fuzzy events that lead up to sustaining the burn.
He remembered falling and feeling a surge of power that made the hairs on his neck stand to attention. He never felt the jarring impact of the ground as expected. Instead, he woke up wrapped in softness and warmth, bathed in the pleasant smell of early morning dew. He sensed movement, heard growling, and felt his hair being pulled. Everything afterwards was a blur.
His senses were on hyper-alert; acutely aware of every rustle of leaves, each howl of the wind, the loud gasps for air, the beating of a frantic heart, the mixed scents of faint jasmine and morning dew, overpowered by the sharp smell of fear, burned flesh and the metallic tang of blood—
Golden eyes quickly scanned his surroundings, looking for something, or rather, someone. Despite the darkness, he saw everything with absolute clarity— every nook and cranny, every shade of stone, dirt and gravel—all in high-definition.
Obscured by the white fur-like contraption that he assumed cushioned their fall, he found his target.
There she is.
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A/N: Mokomoko is not attached to him at the moment.
