Voices unbound - Closed RP with Shukugou
How unusual that a breeze should come so suddenly. The scent was putrid, overwhelming with the stench of death. Many spirits most likely haunted the great dog general’s bones. Sesshoumaru thought nothing of the warning. Each echo was lost on him. What did he had to fear? The dead could not harm him.
Ah, but for the mysteries, Sesshoumaru listened hard. The mysteries his father had left behind were the trouble to begin with. The questions left without resolve were why he stood here now upon his father’s decaying shoulder, unwavering gazed fixed upon hollow sockets.
Here he stood upon the land of the dead where not all souls had a place to go. It was no place for the living, much as the underworld beyond the yawning portal or the Meidou, those who dared tread here for too long paid the price.
Were those mysteries worth it? As abruptly as the breeze began it vanished, leaving the yōkai alone in near complete silence. Only the teasing whispers that were just beyond his sharp hearing remained. Distant and undecipherable, if he strained and focused, he just might catch the soft breath that rose near him.
“You tempt fate…”
“You tempt fate…”
It was a faint call from a distant world: presumably the world of the damned and decayed. But Sesshoumaru lingered, brows knitting together very slightly. “I, Sesshoumaru, tempt fate…?” He wondered aloud. The breeze died down as he considered all that remained of the great warrior – his father. For any other creature it would have been unsettling to catch heinous whispers on the wind. But they were weak of mind.
He had nothing to fear; even when his back was pressed flush against a wall, Sesshoumaru would not so much as bat an eye.
“Absurd,” he said beneath his breath.
