Future Transformation
Above the forest sat a hanyou on a jagged rock, looking across the Saigoku, his half-brother's territory. He wasn't dressed as an everyday yokai in the Warring States period. The hanyou wore a black muscle shirt, loose-fitting black jeans with flames climbing the hems, also a pair of black leather boots. On his hands he wore black finger-less gloves and a leather trench coat was draped over his shoulders. His silver hair would have cascaded down his back if it wasn't expertly pulled up by a strip of worn leather. He had a pair of doglike ears on the top of his head, they blended in with his hair.
An old battered sword hung at his side, giving off a powerful aura. Every few seconds his eyes would flicker to crimson, then back to molten amber. The wind slowly began to pick up, making a small dust storm, blocking the hanyou from any things view. He slowly drew the sword from its scabbard, and watched as it transformed into something similar to a giant fang. With a crack that sounded like lightening, there was a sudden flash of silver light, blinding any living creature miles away. Slowly the wind died down and in the hanyou's place was an enormous Inu-yokai. It was the hanyou's true form. He stood proudly, silver fur rippling over his powerful body, his long, full tail swishing as his ears twitched. His pure white mane started at his right shoulder to his left side, surrounding the front half of his body.
His ears were the same as his humanoid form only larger. He was beautiful. Muscular legs ended in large paws with long, razor-sharp claws, his gums pulled back in a snarl as he sensed Naraku near by. It had been a few hours before for the evil hanyou's presence disappeared. The light from the now setting sun highlighted his gorgeous silver hair as it ruffled in waves from the gentle breeze. His body was perfectly proportioned, the embodiment of power and grace. His muscles rippled with strength as he shifted his weight, a growl rumbling from deep within him as he thought of Naraku.
The hanyou had merged with the sword that his father, Inutashio, had left him. Tetsusaiga a sword that was created to protect humans. His size dwarfed his half brothers's size to the size of a flee, the hanyou was larger than Inutashio, but by only a few feet. He now towered over mountains that were hundreds, even thousands of feet high. The full moon had arisen in the night sky, from miles around howls could be heard made by Inu-yokai.
Inuyasha's threw his head in the night air and howled a song full of his rage, love, strength, and wisdom. His legend would live on for millenniums in the souls of humans, demons, and hanyous alike. He was Inuyasha, the silver ghost of the dog demons.
This was dedicated to a few of my best friends, Maya Cave, Ariann Smith, Bre Agey, Brittany Dvorak, Robin Fichtemaier, Krista Finley, Morgan Froehle, Shannon Kelly, Amanda Edholm, Lexis Mejia, Roger Thetsy, Chase Olsen, Jake Beecroft, and Larry Norris. Thank you, I hope you emale me if you read this!
