Tsuki to Taiyou No Ma.
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha, all credit goes to Rumiko Takahashi.
Note: This story will start rather slow and in small segments, so please be patient and respect the adventure that is to come.
Aizen.
The fingers of a passing breeze catch the hair of a demon in his humanoid form as he rides atop a grey horse. The magnificent creature trots gracefully through the sinking sands carrying its fearsome master. The Lord of The East. The Great Red Tiger. Aizen.
As his eyes roam the beach, the demon on the horse takes a moment to observe his surroundings. What he sees, brings him great pleasure.
His eyes search for something in the grand arch of the sky above. He knows a feast of cruelty in wings is sure to begin.The sight of corpses, the men of the opposing army who had fallen by his hand lay on the beach. Splatters of pink matter intertwined with congealed crimson, and broken white bone split from open flesh lay upon the grainy stretch in significant volume.
Just overhead lurking in the rays of goblet gold, hungry feathered fiends rejoice loudly to each other at the banquet waiting below. Aizen views the scene with amusement burning in his black lichen eyes, as the birds swarm above him in a mass of spinning black.
The fiends descend right from the sky with cries, forms of black fluttering feathers cloud the eyes. These creatures swoop down upon the lifeless bodies, each are all too happy to gobble up the hellish spillage and fill their aching bellies.
"A feast of cruelty in wings has begun at last," he voices to the salted winds.
The war horse releases a haughty snort from its nostrils, loudly at the scene and simply continues its travels, disregarding the skulls that it crushes below its hooves. The sounds of bones snapping and the waves washing in and out within the distance brings a serene calm to both horse and rider.
Aizen raises the dual curved blades within his clawed hands tightly. Black lichen eyes slowly marvel over the shade that drips from them. He is enamored with the way the objects of his pleasure are coated by the essence of the souls, that had so foolishly stood against him. This fearsome demon made anyone who crossed his path cower in fear. His eyes, his hair, and his heart.
All were as black and empty as the night sky. His mouth was constantly wet with anticipation of the next slaughter. The tri-shaded ruby tattoos that drip from the ends of his eyes and the blood halo of the sun on his forehead display his lineage.
He looks like a monster, big bulky hands, skin tanned deeply as if it had been kissed by Amaterasu herself. His heavy hair is tied behind him in a slick braid that is tied at the base of his neck and runs the length of his body. The articulately tied braid screams to those who view it as a signification of his power.
Rightfully so, it is decorated with shining gold silk ropes and charms interwoven within the collection of beautiful bound tresses. The heavy armor that guards every inch of his body below his head, is laced with enhanced enchantments of his own mana.
It was time now, he was on his way. To collect the very prize he'd entered the war for.
Her.
Until next time, GR.
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