❤ starter for @grishildr
AN ETERNITY of silence passed between beech and stone. a bountiful wood with air too-thick to breathe. a mist that disguised the hazy symbols that lead them through the labyrinth; a place for monsters to turn and call HOME. and he is the WIND, soundless and invisible while moving through the trees. he left almost as quickly as he came, a mere silhouette among the tall grass and fern. none would bother him here. he who ruled over the BEASTS far to the southwest, in a grove long forgotten by time.
he, sesshomaru, glanced about the unending thicket, the coos of wild foxes alerting him to a TRESPASSER near by. one who possessed immense power, a pure power; one that radiated into his pointed ears like a group of ringing bells. it was in the ruins he had followed it; a temple left DILAPIDATED and destroyed by the elements, overgrown and green from years of neglect. two stone guardians stood watch over the remnants, over the dias and the pedestal, and the spirits of the greedy day still swayed there at dusk.
the lord of the west stood out in the open field, glancing over fallen pillars and broken tiles of ancient hylian writing. below his feet was the etching of the power of antiquity; no color to its veins. mere stone. a MEMORY. and to his back was the source of that irritation. the ringing that had drawn him like a moth to the flame. a WOMAN who could be called REGALIA herself, radiant and ethereal in every sense. mortal, but only just. his silence did not end, topaz gaze finding her whilst too content to STARE.
