#thecresentofthewest

[inunotaishou]

thecrescentofthewest

I personally think you do an amazing job at keeping up with your threads and being fair with replies!

I certainly try, but I still forget far too often. x.x 

[inunotaishou]

Small curiosities -  A Puppy Sesshoumaru Drabble.

There was an old saying that the state of a room often reflected the occupant’s state of mind. In the case of the Dog General, the organized chaos that was his private chamber was quite telling of his strange mind. There were letters and parchment scattered over the writing desk like autumn leaves, while large tapestries depicting hellish scenes and gore filled battlefields shared the same wall space with children’s finger paintings!  Along the floor sat the remains of an armor stand, it’s once sturdy iron wood frame now crumpled and splintered into a heap. A casualty of the heavy bone armor that now lay beside it.

Of course that ruined stand had been sitting on the floor for almost a year now and for the most part the whole castle knew about it. Yet none dared, or in his mate’s case, cared enough to do anything about it. No one except for one.

The chamber door slid stealthily open until a pair of golden eyes could peer in and look nervously about. The room was somewhat dark despite the afternoon sun filtering through the closed shutters, but more importantly it was unoccupied and that was what the little pup was hoping for! With a soft grunt the little body wormed his way through the narrow opening of the door, before landing ungracefully on his behind! Barely five summers old, Sesshoumaru was a little small for his age yet what he lacked in size he made up for in determination!

Bouncing unsteadily back to his feet, he hurriedly pushed the door closed before anyone could notice! The excitement of this little ‘life or death’ mission adding a cheerful glow to his eyes as they swept the dark room once more and settled upon the prize, the pile of armor left on the floor.

There had been many times the pup had seen that armor, however it had always been either on his father’s person or otherwise out of his reach. Always leaving him curious, but he’d never had the opportunity to examine it on his own, until today.

Rubbing his little hands together, he scurried over without delay!

It almost felt natural to the pup to gravitate to the breastplate first, where it sat propped up in the pile. His little hand coming to rest on the center, fingertips exploring along the basket weave of thick black leather drawn so tightly together it was practically rigid. It smelled of blood and ashes yet, somehow, this did not scare the child.

A soft shimmer caught the pups eye and the crimson gem fastened to the center of the chest plate drew his attention next, much like the the sword his father used this crystal also pulsed with power. But unlike the hellblade, Soun’ounga, the gem’s power felt more closer to home. Rising up onto his tiptoes, he pressed his nose against the jewel trying to look inside of it. His gaze caught only the softest ripples here and there, as if there was a liquid churning inside.

By now his courage was building and unsatisfied with just looking at the outside of the armor he grabbed the very top and began to climb his way up! “Nyuuf! Nerrrrp!” Grunting and huffing, he scrabbled his way up and over the brim of the breastplate only to tumble inside head first!

Resting on his shoulders with his feet up in the air, he gave a little whine and rubbed the back of his head. He almost missed the soft chuckle that echoed from the darkness. It was an all too familiar chuckle.

There was a wild little scuffle inside the armor for a brief moment, as the pup struggled to right himself in time and as he slowly peeked up through the neck of the armor.  His eyes met similar golden hues of his father who loomed above and immediately the pup shrunk down with another whine!

A little laugh rose from the youkai, “Mind your head little one!” yet he left the pup where he was and instead settled to a seat on the floor. Propping his chin on the back of a hand, flashing a kindly smile as the pup timidly peeked up over the brim. No doubt his son had snuck from the nursery, it was his naptime after all and only now would the nurse maid not have her eyes on him. As a responsible adult he should be taking little Sesshoumaru back to his bed.

But who was he to dash such a sense of curiosity, one so very much like his own? The nap would simply have to wait.

“Go one little one, explore to your heart’s content.” Reassurance rumbled through his words, saying nothing more and nothing less.

- End

[inunotaishou]

Yellow Orange Red Aquamarine

Yellow: Your writing us great! Keep it up!

~ Here I was thinking that I was becoming lazy and sloppy with my writing. n_n; 

Orange: I can hear ____’s voice when I read your writing!

~ This one caught me by surprise. I’m glad the rp style brings out the character this way. Though now I am curious, perhaps I’ll put up a separate post. 

Red: I admire your writing and stories from afar. Just know I always read them.

~   At first I am so appreciative of this, then I cringe when I think of how many times I’ve slacked off in my writing or let a horrible author influence me. You poor girl, some of that had to have been painful to read! x_x

But then I appreciate it all the more that you stuck with it. Thank you dear. 

Aquamarine: Can you write a drabble between our two characters? 

~ Of course! I write at the speed of GRRM however, but I have a batch of fanfics that will hopefully be ready over the next couple of weeks. I’ll write up a drabble to go alone with! Just let me know what development stage of Sesshoumaru you would prefer, Baby/toddler/child/teen/adult?

[inunotaishou]

Scooping up a small snowball, the pup threw it in his father's direction before ducking behind a tree, peering out at him as his moko flickered in excitement.

The snow fall had yet to subside when the little one had asked excitedly to go out and romp in it! Thus was the reason why he stood out in ankle deep snow, under dressed against the weather, his tabi socks slowly becoming soaked while he kept watch! 

Tugging his furs around himself like a thick cloak, he closed his eyes a moment and took a deep lung full of the icy mountain air. Letting the memories of a time long past when he too played about on the seasons first snow. Until it finally hit him. 

With a splat!

Sneaky pup! The smirk was beginning to draw out on his face, but he stopped it before it could be noticed! Instead of turning on his son, he mocked a stumble, a clawed hand clasping over where the snowball hit! Making a little gasping sound he softly exclaimed! “Yo-u-’ve slain –me!” 

And purposely, he tumbled over and fell onto his back with a dramatic crash! Letting his arms land at his sides as he played perfectly dead amid the settling snow. 

[inunotaishou]

✎❀

✎ What do you wish the author would reveal/had revealed about your muse?

I’ve already answered this one and the resulting fun post about it is still going strong with notes! XD 

❀ Share a headcanon you have not shared.

The Lovers Headcanon. I’ve shared other little headcanons about his love life with Izayoi but I don’t think I went into the full extent of it. 

As a hopeless Romantic: One important part of Heian upper society is poetry. It was not uncommon for people to pose random poetry challenges to one another. Composing works both written and verbally about everything from the common mistakes of youth to the weather. 

Papa Dog does write poetry for Izayoi quite often, even when he is away from home and her. Sometimes he’d leave little poetic love notes hidden around for Izayoi to discover, or have love letters delivered to her. Little reminders of how much he thinks of and loves her when they are apart. 

As the guarded friend: There is one insecurity that he’ll always harbor and that is that he may one day prove to be too much for Izayoi. This stems from his first mate hood with Sesshoumaru’s mother. Although both separated on mutual grounds he still secretly wondered if it was his fault that their love dissolved. 

This leads him to sometimes overthink details about his relationship with Izayoi and sometimes misreading her emotions. Which in an effort to be overly conscious of her  he’ll do things that ultimately would make a bad situation worse. These lead to times where he will simply retreat from her instead of talking things over when times get rough. 

The tender lover: Making love is a gentle matter for him, focusing more on the sensuality and passion of it instead of having a wild or rough time. Though there are some adventurous times between them! But between the two, its the soft caresses and softer words that he enjoys basking her in the most. Little reminders of how beautiful she is, told in a way that was undeniable between them. 

[cursed-monk]

"We're not alone.''

“Yes it would appear that we aren’t.”Miroku said with his eyebrows lowering when he heard Sesshomaru tell him that they weren’t the only ones in the forest at the moment.The monk had a feeling that the two were being watched for awhile now but he wasn’t sure on how to tell the dog demon because he wasn’t sure on what or who could be spying on the two.

Suddenly Miroku picked up on the sound of some bushes rustling and before what ever was watching them had a chance to escape, he threw his staff in the direaction where he heard the noises coming from.At first the monk had thought it might have been a bandit getting ready to go on the attack to try and steal their belongings but it was something far worse in Miroku’s opinion.One of Naroku’s poison insects came flying out of it’s once hiding spot.”I should have figured it would be Naroku.”the monk cursed with anger in his voice.But why did the demon send it’s poisonous insects to keep an eye on then?

Perhaps something was happening else where and Naroku didn’t want the two to get involved with what ever he was scheming.

[inunotaishou]

"Chichiue?" The youth glanced up to his father, nearing the age of eight, the pup had grown quite curious about the dog demon and certainly had developed the desire to learn about his journeys. Pressing himself to the sliding door, he gazed into the dojo, a polished room adorned with many weapons that the child could hardly match in size to, none the less even attempt to wield due to his small stature. "Did you... ever meet a demon as strong as you?"

The soft scrape of the sliding door did not escape his attention, however the spear in his hands was in full swing! It’s iron tip whistling through the air before striking the wooden practice dummy. Sending bits of straw and sawdust spilling to the floor in it’s wake, the blow so powerful that the shaft of the weapon was bowed and quivering as the practice dummy only just barely managed to remain standing. 

Golden eyes then turned to the door and the young whelp leaning against it, a little smile spreading over his face. “Of course I have, along with youkai who are stronger than me.” Prying the spear free, he rested the weapon at his side and mopped a bit of sweat off his brow with his sleeve. 

“Not all were enemies mind you.” 

[inunotaishou]

“Ahh! Little Sesshoumaru, you could always take after your father and just walk through the house naked looking for your clothes.”