#fangsofdestruction

[lured-into-wonderland]

((OOC: This one will be a bit shorter since there isn’t much for me to go off of interaction-wise, but this is for ‘Seth’ to Nunnally))

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Seth had continued to frequent the hole in the wall shop as per his usual habitual ways permitted, and he noticed that on occasion the young miss who had gifted him a treat a month ago would drop by from time to time.

Their schedules didn’t seem to line up much considering they’d only crossed paths again only a mere handful of times.

Though the shop advertised Valentine’s day for couples, it didn’t advertise much for White Day for reasons he could only fathom.

He’d spoken to the owner of the shop that the next time Nunnally came in, her order would be his treat, along with her choice of a dessert that the store had to offer. It wasn’t necessary to state that he was the one gifting her.

The owner would simply give her a message that: [A grateful patron had paid for your order in advance as thanks for last month]

It wasn’t very personable, but their relationship was essentially that, practically strangers. That said, Seth wasn’t one to not return favors or goodwill, so he chose to go about it in this roundabout manner.  

She liked that café. It wasn't one of these posh places that were popular among her friends, but it served one of the best coffee in the city. At least in Nunnally’s opinion. So, she was a frequent guest there. Sometimes she would just take a coffee to go, sometimes sit inside and read a book or sketch, and sometimes take a seat outside and watch people passing by. She had perhaps noticed Seth once or twice, but didn’t think about him too much. Sharing a coffee and something sweet with him on Valentine’s Day was more of an accident than a planned action; it didn't last long and she was quick to forget about it.

And there was Nunnally standing more than surprised when she was offered a free drink and a desert. As a thanks for last month…? What did it mean?

She stood there a bit puzzled; unsure if she was not mistaken for someone else. But that would be odd. She knew she stood out (not only in this particular place but also in general), always giving the vibes of not fitting there. Whatever that “there” was. In addition, the older lady, who was an owner of the place and had talked with Nunnally more than a few times was sure it was for her. Indeed, there were little chances Nunnally could have been mistaken for some other young woman.

She hesitantly accepted the coffee and chose yoghurt with fruit as her sweet treat; still wondering whom she should thank for this unexpected gift. And then she realized it! The double treat for the Valentine’s Day she shared with a lonely stranger. She laughed gently when she understood, and looked through the patrons to see if that man there. But he was not. Slightly disappointed, Nunnally started to wonder if he was a frequent guest here, but she didn’t ask. Perhaps he would not like her to pry. She had a small chat with the lady behind the counter as the café was almost empty at this time of a day, and then she chose a table far in the corner (but close to the window) and started to sketch something in her notebook.

When she was almost ready to leave, Nunnally noticed the door opening and someone entered the still empty café. Surprisingly enough that someone was the man that got her the treat. She was watching him from her place as he placed his order and sat by one of the tables. She chuckled gently, stood up and walked straight to the man: --

“May I join you?” – she asked taking a seat without waiting for his invitation or even giving him a chance to answer– “I guess it is my turn to say thank you to you.” – she laughed – “Perhaps it should become our custom to leave small treats for each other from time to time.” – she was not truly serious, but she was curious about him. Nunnally didn’t expect most of the people doing what he did.

“How did you know I am coming here? Do you perhaps also like the place?” – he must have seen her here at least a few times before (how otherwise would he know she'd be back?), so it was embarrassing that she didn't notice him. To cover for these feelings (or perhaps embarrassing herself even more) she opened her notebook and pushed it towards him: --

“I did a pretty good job, didn’t I?” – Nunnally said pointing to the drawing in her notebook depicting Seth himself – “I was trying to remember how you looked after getting the treat earlier today.” – she explained to make the situation less awkward. At least in her own eyes.

“By the way, my name is Nunnally. Do you feel like giving me yours?”  

@fangsofdestruction

[liecoris]

「Thank you,」 Mukuro bowed her head slightly with a soft smile, she was quite proud of the fact that she had been living quite a successful life even with the type of upbringing she had, and to hear someone say something like that was quite nice。 Not many people knew about how she grew up, how it felt like she had nothing and managed to do just fine despite it all。

「Of course, I don't mind at all,」 after all she did say that she would answer whatever questions Sesshomaru had, 「I think a big difficulty was commonly out living people I tended to grow close to, I couldn't live in one spot very long because of it。 I quickly came to realize that no one else felt the same as me, if that makes sense, I knew they weren't hiding ears or tails like I had to。」

「I also wasn't treated too kindly from time to time, a lot of people accused me of seducing their partners。 A majority of the time it was unintentional of course, but regardless it was never a pleasant experience。」

Sesshomaru nods his head in understanding. He only had his mother left…and perhaps his many very distantly related descendants from Inuyasha’s line, if they even counted with how diluted their blood was in this day and age. His mother normally kept herself in her castle and Sesshomaru kept to his own domain on land, but he did seldomly go to visit her. It wasn’t too odd for offspring and child to keep distance once the child had reached adulthood, but it didn’t sound as though that were the case with Mukuro. It sounded like she had been cast aside from even before she’d become an adult.

        ❝You’d managed quite the life for yourself, from what I’ve gathered thus far.❞

It was a compliment to her ability to her perseverance in surviving without her parents, even if it may not readily sound like one.

        ❝If you wouldn’t mind, would you recount some of the difficulties you’ve faced?❞

He was curious to know if any of her struggles may have aligned with the struggles his own half-brother faced. It was something he’d been curious about, but never had the right to ask Inuyasha about. The relationship between the brothers were very strained and there was never enough effort on either of their ends to mend the rift after enough time had passed and they’d found their own packs to live with.  

[blossomingbellflower]

Kikyou could not help but smile, dark hues a molten brown as they gazed at him affectionately. She was not one to stare needlessly or at anyone for a particular length of time..but he was special.

Not to mention, things were different. Kikyou could permit herself to freely love and be loved without the burden of [much] duties and responsibilities like her former life.

Why couldn't she admire and love her beloved quietly? Was it such a crime?"

Her heart was full and the scars on her soul were healing. And it was thanks to her dearest..Sesshomaru.

@fangsofdestruction

[umbrakudo]

@fightingthetides asked:❔ ((OOC: if it isn't too late for me to send in? I believe you followed for my Sesshomaru (Fangsofdestruction) sideblog, but if you were also interested in any of my muses on this blog, I figured this meme would be a good way to break that ice))

MULTIMUSE ASK MEME - send ❔ and i’ll list a couple muses that i’d like to throw at yours!

-ciel

-shinichi

-conan

-hanako

-inuyasha

-howl

-gohan

-ranma

-yuugi

[theunknownmasks]

What strangely specific scent do you give off?

rain after the thunderstorm.

you are the calm one, the one who believes to their core that they have everything under control. the world continues on past you, and you're walking away from the things that trouble you, whenever you can. you take a sip of your warmest tea, and you go sit down on the edge of the porch with your best friend, and the world passes you both by as you talk about nothing and everything in the world. you bring people to you the way rain forces shelter, and how the ground soaks it up like the morning dew. you are welcoming the way clouds welcome vapor until they can't anymore, and it rains, and rains, and rains. when you finally can hold no more, will you be raining or thundering?

tagged: @immolatiism (blessed bean)

tagging: @sacredpyre, @fangsofdestruction, @infintasmal, @blossomingbellflower, @incandescentreinvention, @cursedfortune, and anyone who wants to nab!

[liecoris]

Mukuro lets out a little hum, her head tilting slightly as she thought over Popo's words, 'Who's mother?' That really got Mukuro thinking more, since she assumed that the mother who had passed was the host character's mother, but Popo's words made it seem like Mukuro's assumption was wrong。

With that bit of knowledge as well as the injuries on Mukuro's body having no pain to them, Mukuro felt truly at a loss of what could be happening。 A small hum would leave Mukuro as she looked through the banking app on the phone and noticed that there weren't any kind of medical transactions, just general expenses。

Mukuro's gaze would look back at Popo when it made comment about Mukuro's suggestion about brain implants, and that perhaps there was some truth to what she said。

「Okay,」 Mukuro gave a nod when Popo said that it was going to get food started, 「yeah that is a good point。。。 I didn't notice any type of note in the diary about the passing of the cat。」 Mukuro let out another hum in thought, thumbing through the pages of the diary once again。 「Yeah, I am quite curious about that, unless her mother was turned into the cat she was caring for? But that sounds a bit too。。。 far-fetched。」 

「Or maybe the cat is me?」 There are injuries on her body and Popo said that maybe her mention of brain implants wasn't far off, 「is there a system that shows me the like。。。 status of my body? Like how some games have like stats you can level up or something。」

Popo grins widely before it started to lick it’s paws again, “Hm… there was a motherly figure that passed,” as evidenced by the last journal entry, “but whose mother was it that passed, that’s for you to figure out. That’s as much of a hint I’m allowed to give you.” So, Popo wasn’t denying a mother figure had passed, but the key point was to figure out who’s mother passed, and that there in lies the biggest hint.

Mukuro had finally noticed the odd injuries on the body of the host that Mukuro was occupying, another big hint that should lead her in the right direction of the mystery she had to solve. “That’s a good idea, maybe there are records of an injury or a surgery.” Popo flies over to fetch the phone to hand it to Mukuro to look through. The original host had their passwords autofilled, so it wasn’t an issue to log into the banking app. Mukuro would be able to see the history for the past couple of months, and there wasn’t anything suspicious.

There was only transactions for buying cat food, treats, transportation fees, clothing, groceries, medication for the elderly cat the host kept, and delivery-services. There was no indication that the host had gone to any hospital. “Looks like the host hadn’t gone to a hospital. The stitches and the cuts on the hands are pretty suspicious because you should still be able to feel pain.” It was that added bit of realism to the game, to turn on the pain receptors to allow the players to feel a real sense of urgency. "Must be a reason why you can't feel those specific things."

Popo starts flying overhead, “I’m curious about your comment about brain implants. Maybe there is some truth to what you thought?” Popo’s stomach growled after that comment, “I’ll leave you to your thoughts while I get some food started.” Popo flies into the kitchen and prepares a bowl of cat food for itself. “Still wonder what happened to the cat the host was caring for. You’d think the host would note it in the diary if it had passed. The host kept all the belongings and the food as well.” Next was to get started on the food for Mukuro. Don’t underestimate a system! It can cook even with cute paws!

[fightingthetides]

I was poking around but couldn't really see, besides the ones you have listed what other muses do you have over here?

[Unprompted ask] || @arealmunited

Hiyah! So, the actual muses on the roster are on the blog, but I assume you mean the secret request only/private muses. They aren't listed bc-- of various reasons including: i'm shy, little confidence, and Hibari would kill me if I actively advertised him.

The secret muses:

Hibari Kyouya (Brought over from the Bitingskylark blog). Open to anyone who requests. TYE, TYL, and 20 years old (as I HC he's older than the majority of the cast by 2 years)

Daemon Spade, brought in for my friend Kiki's Elena. I'm open to others wanting to interact with him though. (I beg prior to the betrayal lol)

Fon, but he's actually strictly for @vipermirage's Mammon. I brought him in just for Mammon. I have no real confidence in him and the less he can be perceived by others the better for my nerves.

Lambo Bovino- Anyone could request him. He's just my lil bean. I mostly write him at 9 years old, and I love TYE. If requested I can also do TYL.

Yamamoto Takeshi- The newest bean to my roster. I picked him up because Meluna was talking about wanting more Yamamoto's around and I said: BET I can do TYE, TYL, or 18 years old.

[I'm generally pretty open to picking up anyone if anyone talks me into it. So, if you're interested in me picking up someone they too can be added to this secret muse list kekw]

It's been long enough and I'm less scared of the fandom so... attached to this main blog is the side blog for Sesshomaru over at fangsofdestruction.

[hellishparadiseforthelost]

how do you need to be touched ?

fervently

you crave a hug that cracks your ribs... the feeling of your wandering soul being crushed back into the bones that can't seem to hold it. you need a hand gripping yours so tightly you almost fear it may leave a bruise, a reminder that you are here. and that you are not alone.

Tagged by: @tenth-god

Tagging: @fangsofdestruction @queenharumiura & whoever else

[dukeoftheblackstar]

Papa's Home | Papa x Sessh

"Shame indeed."

Callous and disheartened, all that was left was to bask in the unyielding warmth of the mountain springs in solitude. It required no further debacle or empathic pleasantries to assuage the seemingly traitorous revelation among subjects that fell under his reign.

Opposition is always to be expected but to keep decorum among overlords of strength, skill, and temper can be dauntingly exhausting; particularly should it have been a week-long discourse with yet a common ground to stand.

Conflict is inevitable but combat is optional. Touga would have rather suffered through hours of constant disagreement and pettiness than have the need to wield blades among comrades and potential threats that would eventually lead to an injunction.

Another day of thought perhaps?

Touga gathered himself to proper robes and kept his armor dangling careless over his arm, which was latter received by the palace staff as he entered the quarters of their not-so humble abode. He thanked them; warm and gracious as he always does. Pardoning himself almost flirtatiously as he had been reprimanded by his wife for being too keen with commoners.

The sun had bid it's shy greeting behind amaranthine skies and the silence of the sleeping world. None but the soft creaking of wooden floor kept the daiyoukai company as he turned through corners and peered through the barely closed door that kept every reason of his existence.

"Are you awake, my little one?" Barely a whisper. "Papa's home."

[mcmcntomorii-later]

【 @fangsofdestruction​ 】

  Now this。。。 wasn’t what Mukuro was expecting, she’s turned this particular corner dozens of times before, or at least, she’s pretty sure she has。 Not only was she now faced with a mansion she hadn’t come across before now, but there was something。。。 odd about the place。 It wasn’t the same sort of。。。 vibe that she got with the human abodes, this one was more powerful, if she had to describe it。 But this was the way she was directed to go, but what started as a bit of a stake-out assassin job now turned to。。。 well, whatever the hell is happening now。

  Mukuro was on high alert as she’d begin to traverse a little deeper into the compound, and over time the sense became more and more familiar to her。 They were yōkai, like her。 Which now made her even more curious as to how she only found out about this now。

                                                                               【 starter for Sesshomaru 】

[needlcssgone]

♛  “I agree, as I am not sure what constitutes a dad joke. To disallow others to tell jokes based on their title is a nonsense thing. By this , you would tell lord jokes and what of king jokes- would I also not tell those?”  Yomi had to think about this. “Humans make up such odd things, I cannot see myself grasping the ideas.  And not to mention, either one of us telling a joke while holding the stations we do, it is near unseemly to say the least.” 

@fangsofdestruction​ from x 

[lured-into-wonderland]

She nodded. It was an apologetic nod, though.

“I am sorry if…my little assumption insulted you. Though I think that Set is often presented in the worse light than he truly was.” – she smiled – “After all he was the shield and the protector of the god of sun. The god that gave life. But I know that it's his conflict with Osiris that is a well known story…” – she sighed again – “And I am aware that assigning a meaning that it’s not there might feel…uncomfortable…” – was it a right word to use? - "Anyway I would feel so, if my name was discussed."

“He is.” – Nunnally agreed with Seth's assessment of the barista – “I think it’s easy to say he loves coffee. And so does his wife. And she’s a perfect baker. I cannot resist her treats, even though I don’t really have a sweet tooth.” – was she taking too much freedom to indulge herself in this conversation with him? Nunnally didn't want to impose herself on him, but she also did not feel like leaving.

Nunnally couldn't say she wasn't disappointed that Seth didn't acknowledge (properly) that her drawing was good. She was herself surprised how well she had depicted him. She liked drawing, but she was often criticized (by her teachers) for not paying enough attention for her technique. This little (and unintended sketch) had really busted her self-confidence. And that was odd in itself.

“So, do you have any other places here in the city that you like?” – she inquired curiously – “In terms of coffee.” – she explained further – “We seem to have a similar taste when it comes to it… I cannot imagine living without it.” – she laughed, though his irresponsiveness started to make her (a bit) uncomfortable. Especially when he took out his book to read.

“Am I disturbing you?” – she decided to ask directly; she was going to come back after grabbing another cup, but now she wasn't sure – “Buying me that drink out of nowhere suggested…or at least made me believe you’d like us to meet…or at least have a small conversation…”

“…but now I am not sure anymore…”

“…and I don’t like imposing myself on people…” – there. Probably it would be easier (or better) to simply leave, but this unexpected present made her curious enough to actually try to…learn something more about him.

Seth not Set, but it was still a rather rare name.

Seth was taken a bit aback by the comment, because as far as he knew, his name didn’t have such a meaning. He blinked a few times in confusion, but then he makes a small realization because of her mentioning of a God. While he did think highly of himself, he wasn’t so bold to consider himself a God, much less one of violence.

Having an affinity for canines like he did, he belatedly understood what she was referring to.

       ❝I was not named with the reference to an Egyptian God, no. The meaning of my name originates from Hebrew which means ‘anointed’ or ‘appointed’. Curious that you assumed my parents had named their son after a God of Violence in these peaceful times.❞

He takes a sip of his drink. Was he offended by her assumption? No, perhaps a bit curious about what made her think such a thing. Perhaps she assumed like many celebrities or rich entrepreneurs, that his parents took to giving him an unorthodox name to be ‘different’ from the general masses.

       ❝The barista here is quite talented, and the atmosphere here is peaceful, which is conducive to relaxation. I find myself visiting when I’ve the time.❞

Travelling to different parts of the world wasn’t foreign to him as a CEO. He often had to travel for business reasons, so finding a new café or otherwise was always the challenge. Sometimes, he’d simply have his secretary venture out in search of a place instead. Otherwise, he may attract too much attention from the masses. Seth was very well aware that his looks were enough to garner a lot of attention even if people didn’t know who he was initially.

The man was impressed by her ability to sketch his likeness from memory alone, but he was what one may call a ‘touch critic’ and receiving a compliment from him was rare. Simply not receiving a word of critique spoke volumes. When she gets up saying that she’d need another cup, he simply nods his head and brings out his book to read. He assumed that was her way of subtly saying that she was done with the conversation as he wasn’t much of a talker. He wouldn’t stop her from coming back with a new cup of coffee if she wanted to continue conversation, however.  

[blossomingbellflower]

[ dying breath ] sender talks to receiver before dying ((OOC: look... I, an angst loving gremlin is curious to see how you'll do with this one. I love non-canon memes kekw))

𝑵𝑶𝑵-𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺.|| @fangsofdestruction

🏹 Kikyou had the misfortune of experiencing a wide variety of hardships, traumas and losses. Truly, the agony suffered overpowered the fleeting moments of happiness throughout her existence.

Upon her latest resurrection, she had resigned herself to a life of solitude. Her broken heart had frozen over, devoid of warmth and love. She had nothing and no one. This simple empty and lonesome state of existence was meant to carry her until she died again--be it naturally or by the hands of another.

But it was not meant to be.

For fate in its cruelty, had other plans.

And unbeknownst initially, the ice barricade around her heart had begun to melt over time. A fluttering of happiness and contentment returned--and Kikyou found herself once more basking in the proffered light that life had introduced. Even if her feelings were unrequited, it was enough to be at his side. To traverse with him. To watch the stars and have few conversations.

To experience these things again..to feel love once more..Kikyou was grateful. Whether Sesshomaru was aware of it or not, she owed him this much.

And yet..when he needed assistance the most, she could not give it to him. Why could she not protect the things she loved and cared for? Why could she not be of more use?

Once again in her life..Kikyou felt useless and helpless to save the ones she cared for.

Kikyou was exhausting herself trying to stabilize him with the help of Kochō and Asuka..but it was a losing battle and she knew it. His healing abilities were not at the level that could aid his recovery--but even so..she tried. Desperately. From trying to reattach the amputated body parts, to spells to help heal..herbs she had on hand..Everything.

The damage, however, was too severe..And she had arrived far too late. Perhaps..if she had arrived quicker Sesshomaru could have been saved..but she hadn't known..If only..

"Rin is safe. She is in a barrier with Jaken..and after today, will be looked after by Kaede and the villagers.", she reassured the demon. Kikyou's voice was soft and even..but for once, her expression was unguarded. Brows were furrowed and mocha browns swam with emotion whilst her hands were wet from his blood.

Kikyou had seen her share of death. She was well versed in controlling her emotions, her countenance..She knew how to be professional and composed. But for this, she saw no need. Perhaps in these moments..she would be honest..hence she left her expression bare. Anger, pain, sorrow and hurt lurked in the depths of her eyes. A glistening tear ran down her cheek..and then another.

"But if you are truly worried over her, then do not die. Only a fool would utter such a thing and then submit to death." A tiny, sad smile tugged at the corner of her lips as her heart shattered, the sense of hopelessness growing heavier with each passing second. "I never took you for a fool, Sesshomaru. Do not prove me wrong now."

There was a subtle quiver of her bottom lip as she both sensed and watched the demon slipping further and further away. Kikyou's throat tightened, making it hard to breathe as the light began to fade from those familiar eyes of his..which were now red as he had transformed back into his canine state. The eyelids of his were slowly closing.

Rin had since left the barrier and arrived for the few seconds Sesshomaru lingered before departing. Her small hands delving into his fur as she shook and called out his name.

Kikyou bowed her head slightly, fingers curled into his fur as she listened to Rin. Tears quietly ran down her cheeks for a minute..before her hands finally released the demon to embrace the young girl.

Kikyou hugged Rin close, listening to her cry for the first time since meeting her. Leaving Rin connected to the demon, Kikyou adjusted her hold and pressed a kiss to her head. Even Jaken's lament could be heard from nearby.

What a terrible..day.

And like everything good in her life..the sunlight that Sesshomaru had given..was taken away.

And it certainly felt like she had once again failed..Logically she knew better but..there was a part of her that also whispered it. In this specific moment, it was difficult not to believe it.

[mcuntainbcrn]

@fangsofdestruction​ cont. from here: [x]

It had been brief but there had been something unfamiliar that had blossomed, if only for a moment, when he looked at her - how curious; as soon as it appeared, it had vanished again, and that stoic expression returned as though that flicker of emotion had never happened in the first place.

“Mm - thankfully, not many venture into this area, and tend to leave me to my own devices; it’s been doing much to ease my mind...though I must wonder if you’ve something on your mind?”

A light tip of her head followed, briefly exposing that even the shape of her ears had started to change, appearing to have slightly elongated and begun to develop small points, “You had a question in your eyes a moment ago.”

[mathlovershugarl]

Closed starter for @fangsofdestruction

||Tan(60)=√3|| Shugarl had gone through a rip in the universe to traverse through the underworld and Earth, but just as he had done so, a fluctuation in the energy caused a disturbance with the coordinates he’d set. So instead of appearing on Earth in modern day time, he had instead traversed through the past, in Japan.

Curious and curiouser that he found himself in such a predicament. Double checking his math, he knew that he hadn’t made a mistake in his set coordinates. In order to return to his realm, he would have to know the time and coordinates of his current location to derive the proper formulation. Alas, he couldn’t tell immediately where or when he’d landed, but he could see that things weren’t so simple as evidence from what would appear to be a Demonic beast in front of him. One slain by a swing of a sword.

‘It would seem that I’ve found myself sometime in the past. By the blade, an Asian country, presumably.’

As a shinigami whose job it was to govern over the dead sinners of Hell, he was what you could call a polyglot. Sinners from all over the world would come to his domain to be judged for their sins, and rightly punished. Staring at the one who had slain the Demonic beast, he waited for the other to initiate contact.

[liecoris]

「Last I checked they were alive, yes。」 Mukuro gave a small nod, she knew that it probably did seem a bit odd that her parents didn't care too much for her seeing as one would assume that kitsune worked like normal foxes。 Truthfully she didn't know why they did such a thing, she could only really speculate, so her assumption was that they just changed their minds after having her。

「There was a bit of difficulty of course, I knew there were some things about me that were very different from humans。。。」 Like life expectancy of course, that made things rather difficult when it came to wanting relationships, 「but I like to pride myself on being rather quick to adapt, so I don't think it took me too long to adapt to living amongst humans。」

Sesshomaru listened to her sort explanation, and he wouldn’t help but be curious about the ostracization, and why her parents weren’t in the picture. One may think that fox demons had the same family dynamics as a regular fox, but that wasn’t the case. The female and male both stick together to raise the young in most cases. It was because they had to face more perils than the average animal, so having two parents raise a kit increased the odds of the offspring being fit for life.

         ❝It is peculiar to hear that your parents left you not long after you were born, but I don’t suppose you know the reasoning behind it. Are they still alive?❞

It could be the case of the parents leaving her side because of death, something that he could relate with. Of course, in human years, he was a teen when his father passed, so it didn’t seem quite right to compare that with Mukuro’s circumstances where she was just a baby.

Interestingly enough, it seemed that the mother had abandoned her child as well, which was uncharacteristic for the fox demons, as they were dutiful parents who raised their young carefully. Even with the inu-youkai like himself, he was raised by his mother until he was an adult who then sought out to explore the world for himself.

The idea of getting used to living among humans struck his interest. Though he was familiar with them, he never truly acclimated to living among them, merely tolerating their company for periods of time.

        ❝Did you not struggle to live among the humans being a Demon yourself?❞

He knew about the struggles Inuyasha faced in attempting to find a home for himself as he was accepted by neither human or demons. Perhaps, it was the same for her.