Reminder that I own nothing!
He approached his sire, but only so close as he could see the grievous wounds, and he did not deem him worthy to stand beside him.
His sire did not turn towards him, he was watching the moon rise, painfully full, and so close one could almost reach out and touch it.
A steady river of blood poured down his sires arm and pooled onto the freshly fallen snow. The blood standing out starkly against the white, like a red plum blossom floating in milk.
"Sesshoumaru, Will you kill me, strike down your own father in his time of weakness?"