2:30 PM
With Rin and Jaken gone, Sesshoumaru took to the trees. He sped around, looking for a suitable meal. A large buck was grazing along the river. Sesshoumaru stopped dead in his tracks. He minimized his aura and made sure to stay downwind of the animal. Although prey like this would not be much for sport, it would ease some of the cravings and tension he was already starting to feel. His eyes tinged red at the sight of the animal and the feeding to come. Sesshoumaru growled internally and his eyes returned to their amber gold.
He crouched down and regained his focus. With one smooth motion he shot up like an arrow, his aim true as he sunk his teeth into the buck, the feel of hot blood coating his throat served to placate his inner demon. Although energy was his preferred meal, he consumed the animal, taking care not to leave a trace behind by using his poison to discard of the remains.
He remained as immaculate as ever, not a single drop spilled and not a hair out of place. The killing perfection. He continued his hunt. Spreading out his youki, searching for a worthy opponent, knowing he would not find one, after all who could be called worthy of him?
Clouds rolled in. The air shifted around him as the clear sky started to turn a pale gray. He continued his journey east, the storm close at his heels.
