The procession of youkai females entering the great hall, Sesshomaru
noted, remained at four, not the original five. All of them wore thick
layers of make-up and VERY rich kimonos, but the old-looking one,
presumably the mother, bore a nervous air and kept glancing behind her at
the door they'd just passed through. She took her place in front of her
daughters, ridding herself of the nervousness and assuming a haughty,
arrogant, yet honoring expression. She presumed too much of him! "I
present, my lord," Aika bellowed, as if announcing to a room full of
chattering people. "The Lady Fuyu" The mother bowed, making it barely low
enough to be courteous. "Her eldest daughter, Sumui" The woman bowed,
slightly lower but with the same air of importance as the mother. "Her next
eldest, Yoru" Aika had been right, the girl flaunted her beauty, glancing
to see if her charms had any effect. "And... Her youngest, Yuki" Aika paused,
readied to stop if Sesshomaru interrupted, but he remained silent, allowing
her to continue. "Where is your other daughter?"
"Oh... well, you see, Shikyo is... indisposed at the moment, and-" Fuyu was angrily interrupted Aika
"Business more important than a meeting with the great Lord Sesshomaru?" Aika squeaked, mimicking anger. She played a dangerous game, patronizing a woman like that.
"Actually, I was not informed there was to be an audience of alliance, let alone with such a legendary inu-youkai." A young woman strode across the marble floor, her wooden walking sandals clacking against the floor. She wore a damaged and dirty hunting kimono, blood spattered in various places. She looked very different from the rest of her brown-haired family. She had sharp, feminine, yet predatory feature, her dark black hair lay across her shoulders where it had escaped from the tie that held her long locks behind her. Her sea-foam blue eyes shone with calculating precision and repressed rage.
A mixture of fear, anxiety, jealousy, and curiosity crossed the faces of her family as Shikyo came to present a low bow before Sesshomaru's throne. Aika seemed endlessly pleased with herself, could this have been what she'd not mentioned? That the second youngest daughter was left out of ceremony?
"How dare you presume you were wanted here!" Fuyu erupted, Sumui glaring at her sister from her mother's side.
"Wanted here? I didn't know you yet finished your plan to place a daughter of yours on a throne, by my counting this is still the palace of Lord Sesshomaru, or do you count it yours because you have his poison already mixed?" Shikyo spat, venom in her voice. Fuyu appeared extremely flustered, and raised an hand to strike her disobedient daughter, but was intercepted by Shikyo, who snarled. "I am not some child expected to worship the ground you walk on mother, nor will I be partisan to your petty schemes any longer!" Shikyo whirled away from a flustered Fuyu and swept toward the door in one graceful movement.
"That's it! I denounce you! Y-You filthy child!" Fuyu screeched, her eyes taking on a pinkish hue and her face beginning to narrow.
"Ha! You think I care?" Shikyo growled. "And don't think you could challenge me, mother. You never were much of a fighter. With all my lazy blood I'm surprised I can so much as lift a claw, but I guess that comes from father." She sneered. A smirk lifting her expression at the sight f her mother's control loosening.
"That's it! You insolent whelp! I'd rather you dead than suffer the dishonor of sharing blood with you!" Fuyu was on the brink now. She was very close to assuming her true form, and attacking her daughter.
"Enough!" Sesshomaru didn't need to shout too loud, considering it was the first time he'd spoken throughout the entire interview. Fuyu straightened her robes and assumed a deadly pose of hatred directed at Shikyo.
[ummm... here are some of the name and word translations: Shikyo: death Fuyu: winter Yoru: night Sumui: cold Yuki: snow Oka: hate dog (ironic, eh?) inu: dog (ka is also dog) Well... lets take a vote, if you want there to be more 'audiences' or will we get into the war problem (it IS the warring states era) oh, or should the council of his allies demand he take a mate and produce an heir? Well, YOU choose, I'm horrible at making decisions... or make your own suggestion]
"Oh... well, you see, Shikyo is... indisposed at the moment, and-" Fuyu was angrily interrupted Aika
"Business more important than a meeting with the great Lord Sesshomaru?" Aika squeaked, mimicking anger. She played a dangerous game, patronizing a woman like that.
"Actually, I was not informed there was to be an audience of alliance, let alone with such a legendary inu-youkai." A young woman strode across the marble floor, her wooden walking sandals clacking against the floor. She wore a damaged and dirty hunting kimono, blood spattered in various places. She looked very different from the rest of her brown-haired family. She had sharp, feminine, yet predatory feature, her dark black hair lay across her shoulders where it had escaped from the tie that held her long locks behind her. Her sea-foam blue eyes shone with calculating precision and repressed rage.
A mixture of fear, anxiety, jealousy, and curiosity crossed the faces of her family as Shikyo came to present a low bow before Sesshomaru's throne. Aika seemed endlessly pleased with herself, could this have been what she'd not mentioned? That the second youngest daughter was left out of ceremony?
"How dare you presume you were wanted here!" Fuyu erupted, Sumui glaring at her sister from her mother's side.
"Wanted here? I didn't know you yet finished your plan to place a daughter of yours on a throne, by my counting this is still the palace of Lord Sesshomaru, or do you count it yours because you have his poison already mixed?" Shikyo spat, venom in her voice. Fuyu appeared extremely flustered, and raised an hand to strike her disobedient daughter, but was intercepted by Shikyo, who snarled. "I am not some child expected to worship the ground you walk on mother, nor will I be partisan to your petty schemes any longer!" Shikyo whirled away from a flustered Fuyu and swept toward the door in one graceful movement.
"That's it! I denounce you! Y-You filthy child!" Fuyu screeched, her eyes taking on a pinkish hue and her face beginning to narrow.
"Ha! You think I care?" Shikyo growled. "And don't think you could challenge me, mother. You never were much of a fighter. With all my lazy blood I'm surprised I can so much as lift a claw, but I guess that comes from father." She sneered. A smirk lifting her expression at the sight f her mother's control loosening.
"That's it! You insolent whelp! I'd rather you dead than suffer the dishonor of sharing blood with you!" Fuyu was on the brink now. She was very close to assuming her true form, and attacking her daughter.
"Enough!" Sesshomaru didn't need to shout too loud, considering it was the first time he'd spoken throughout the entire interview. Fuyu straightened her robes and assumed a deadly pose of hatred directed at Shikyo.
[ummm... here are some of the name and word translations: Shikyo: death Fuyu: winter Yoru: night Sumui: cold Yuki: snow Oka: hate dog (ironic, eh?) inu: dog (ka is also dog) Well... lets take a vote, if you want there to be more 'audiences' or will we get into the war problem (it IS the warring states era) oh, or should the council of his allies demand he take a mate and produce an heir? Well, YOU choose, I'm horrible at making decisions... or make your own suggestion]