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Meet Kazane, second child and first daughter of Sesshomaru, Lord of the West and Kagura, Wind Sorceress 

Name: Kazane Parents: Sesshomaru & Kagura Siblings: Mizuki. 1/2 sisters Setsuna & Towa Age: mainverse, 14-16

Backstory

Kazane was born in an unusual way. The last moment Kagura and Sesshomaru spent together in that flower field their hearts truly synced and from their hearts a small soul formed. However, because Kaguras death the soul didn’t have time to take form on the physical plane. Instead, her soul lay dormant in Kaguras fan, her consciousness aware from the dream plane. It wasn’t until her brother found the fan and created the right circumstances to release her did she take a physical form.

Personality

She isn’t quite as snarky as any of the rest of her family members. Never having actually met either of her parents, none of their personality could really rub off on her. In from the dream realm she able to form the beginning of a personality while living among other dream creatures but once meeting Mizuki she starts to kind of mimic his personality, thought it doesn’t come as naturally to her. She’s more of a dreamy kind of girl, always looking like she’s slightly lost in some lofty thought. She’s playful and a little mischievous. 

Friends

Accepting! - please send everyone her way so she can make friends!

Clothes / Appearance

Her markings come from her paternal grandmother. Small pink lines under her eyes and the purple crescent moon on her forehead. Her coloring is mostly Inuyoukai except for her eyes, those are her mothers.  She wears relatively simple kimonos and her brother eventually gets her a similar fan to his (their mothers). She wears her hair in twin buns with short braids on either side and then the rest of her hair flows down her back. She likes hair ribbons.

Powers / Weapons

“Is that Setsuna-oneechan???”

She giggled as she fell back into the tall pink grass after racing Aoi, her best friend (who just happened to be a butterfly). It was a day much like any other for her. In fact, it mostly just felt like one long day since she’d woken up in this world. She was inherently aware of a few things; she was a demon though she wasn’t aware of who sired her, she wasn’t fully alive though she knew what was going on around her and she clearly had a soul and a conscious, and that where she was was not quite where she should be. 

But since she didn’t know the answer to any of the things she didn’t know she didn’t really worry about it. She might have come into existence with more awareness then most children, but only just. Soon she didn’t even think twice about living in a place with a permanently purple sky or very few other living things. She explored and found things to occupy her time and could occasionally view into the physical plane with the help of Aoi. And honestly that’s all she needed. Sometimes she’d get a view of her face in the teal water and wonder where she got the markings on her face from, or her bright eyes, but they were mostly fleeting thoughts. Why would she want more than this? She was free to do whatever she wanted

Then, one day she was gazing with Aoi into the same flower field that she always saw when she looked into the physical plane she saw something. A boy with a face that looked just like hers! Who was he? And he was picking her up! Or, well, picking up her anchor in that plane of existence. For the first time since she had come to be she had a question and this one she was sure was not going to be leaving her any time soon. Who was this boy and why did he look so much like her? 

She hoped she’d be able to find out some day.

   “I could ask the same of you,” she merely replied.

   Sesshomaru did not know what to make of the situation. It was a different scent she had chased upon the winds, an old scent, but one never to be forgotten. She did not find who she so desperately chased… but someone even more peculiar. Yet, the fan was uncanny, a truly chilling sight. What type of trap was this? What wicked game? Naraku had been long dead, so who would pull strings as cruel as these…

   “Where do you hail from, pup?”

“I don’t know,” she said bluntly, the fan staying in front of her mouth as she looked up into the golden eyes of the woman. “I was living with butterflies and clouds for a while, but then i woke up in a field of flowers on this side and have been exploring! It’s much different than where I lived with Aoi, but the sky is very pretty here,” she stared up into the expansive blue, her crimson eyes shown with yearning to be up there, dancing among the clouds. 

A moment passed and she looked back at the women who’s scent she’d caught on the breeze and tracked down.  “But you have marks like me,” she said, pointing to her forehead where a lavender moon shown. “Well, not quite like me, my cheeks are different,” she admitted, the fan falling exposing clear cheeks but exposing two pink lines, one under each red eyes. “And you smell like me. Kind of. But you don’t know me....I wonder why that is.”

She looked up at the noble looking woman, eyes wide with curiosity before sniffing the air again lightly. Her fan was quickly held up again, almost like a shield before she brought herself to speak, her voice light and airy. 

“How come you smell like me?”

this meadow …  surround by flora and fauna in open field the young boy walked , as upon gentle exhalation he came to the site. flowers parted , where a fan rest untouched by elements and all natural things. this was the place , the wind had brought him home to her. 

soft hitch of breath as he took into his hands the fan he remember. reds , like her eyes he could envision. even softer whine as he opens it and nosed it , hiding his face as silent tears fell from his eyes with hearts most fervent wish. 

leave me not alone, mother. 

I have come so far for you , 

only too late. 

Kazane continued to stare into the face that was almost like a mirror and she felt something like a string tug at her chest. It wasn’t painful but it made her feel....different. Not bad per se but it made her feel strange. She watched as water fell from the boys eyes and before she could even ponder why he would be leaking water like this the water fell onto her anchor and the world went white.

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The world was dark now. Darker then it had ever been. She frantically looked around for Aoi but all she found was darkness. She tried calling out to her friend but she had no voice. Just as she was becoming frantic a pin prick of light showed up in the distance. And before she knew what was happening her feet where carrying her towards the light. Slowly it grew bigger until her whole vision was white once again.

Slowly she blinked her eyes open. A strange feeling of electricity ran through her body and she jolted up as she found herself in the flower field she’d always looked into from the dream realm. For a moment she thought she was doing that yet again but no. Everything was too sharp this time. She could feel everything around her in minute detail. And then she realized there was someone beside her and that someone was not a butterfly. It was the boy with her face.

“Oh, hi Kazane!” Towa exclaims, running up to one of her sisters. To think she had a half-sister and a half-brother she never knew about until she came back to this world form the modern era. That’s what happens when you get stuck in another realm for so long and the traumatic experience of being sent there messed with your memories. 

“How have you been? I’ve been kept busy with helping Setsuna and the demon slayers out while searching for the Dream Butterfly. Say, why don’t we catch up over some snacks? I brought some with me I’m sure you’d love!

She smiled at her sister as the other came running up to her. It was strange to find more connections in this world. Strange, but not unwelcome. It was nice knowing you had threads tying you to several people. 

“It’s been a while since I’ve seen Setsu-nee or Towa-nee.” She wondered how they were doing.