It was simple to be nearby. The scent was amazing. I inhaled. There he was, a constant presence.
Sesshomaru, the great demon lord.
He was in a hunting ground. We hunted demons and monsters. It was only a matter of time before he got attacked.
I did not understand it. Why? Why did he risk himself for me?
And why, why could I not escape him? That lingering scent, that constant presence, that longing…what could I do? He was so precious, so constant…
And here, in a world that threatened his very existence…and here he was…next to me…
My sweet, sweet demon…
It was a lingering fear inside my heart, a prick within my chest. And yet here he remained…within and without…
And one word rings out in the darkness. The cry on the spirit winds, the animal instinct, the howling.
Mate.