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❝ Rumor has it that it is a woman holding an infant. ❞

Kagura & Hakudōshi

🌸┊ anonymous​​​​ asked:     Kiss meme : Kagura or Inuyasha

The Meme. II ACCEPTING Who would my muse rather kiss: Send two names

                            there was a slight pause to her look, as her nose wrinkled slightly at the thought of having to choose between TWO people, who she was unsure of why she would kiss without getting to know BETTER. however, knowing the rules of this game all to well, a small sigh formed upon her lips as she blinked ahead,   ❝   i do not wish to dishonor either of them,   ❞  she admitted softly before shrugging her shoulders.   ❝   but i suppose inuyasha -- - but only because i wish to touch his ears and see if they are as soft as they look.  ❞

@windcarnation​ said:

I WANT THE K

Send me ‘I want the K’ in the inbox and I’ll generate a number

44: Then there’s tongue  (EHEM)

☽┊ a present itch raged beneath his skin; a persistent need of a kind that refused to elapse on command and had forced him to seek refuge within those trees. above him the blood moon cried, pulling the strings of his soul and filling him with a blazing desire to seek a mate, to copulate...

Humph, how deplorable...

the grinding of his teeth was audible, however often this heat occurred it never failed to agitate and undo him, thus why he left his companions for the duration of this accursed phase. Sesshomaru acknowledged this part of himself as much as he despised it; he was a proud man, the thought of losing control unsettles him.

Suddenly, wind blew against him, it carried the scent of that fowl demon Naraku and the dangerous perfume of a female. 

Foolish woman, of all the times she could have come...

“Kagura...” he addresses without turning in her direction as he kept poised on the tree trunk he had sliced earlier in a fit. “For what reason have you come here? leave.”

 the demoness starts a cryptic elaboration that he scarcely paid attention to, Kagura no doubt was yet again trying to incite him to kill her creator, however needless that might be. He turns, his eyes are intense and a bit crazed, his primal urges teetering on the edge of control, they are drawn to the red of her lips, the seemingly soft skin of her neck, the swells, and curves of her body. “Leave,” he repeats, his voice calm. 

Asinine, she continues to persuade him, this time with a hint of indigence, and perhaps it was then she entirely became his pray. With speed she hardly had the time to counter, he towers over her, his face close to hers, his fingers locked on the nape of her neck.

“Kagura, you truly are a senseless woman. if you insist on having me help you so desperately, then I’m going to presume you have something to offer me in return.” 

Not waiting for a response, and to add weight to his words, he seizes her lips, and ensues a violent game of nips and tugs, the sensation is exhilarating that he finds himself wanting more, so much so that he dips his tongue into her cavern tasting every bit of her and liking it and however lost he was in the moment, his need for air pulls him apart. 

Sesshomaru gazes upon his prey and on doing so, rays of clarity pierce through his clouded judgment. With an effort he steps back, a sense of rage and mild self-loathing consumes him. 

“hehe! c’mon, ma! just copy me, it’s fun!”

Not counting Rin cause Rin has been my longest run with a muse and I love her so much so she’s the top in a class of her own.

Tell me what you like about my writing! 

                          “    you    know,    just    because   I    said    your    hair    could    use    much    more    care  and    love    than    the    meager    attempts    at   pinning    it    up    you’ve    been    doing    doesn’t    mean   you    have    to    grow    so    violent    on    me.   ”

                    she’s   enjoying    it    –    Yura    enjoys    provoking   others,    it    brings    out    an    almost    sadistic   pleasure    in    her    to    see    the    glimmer    of   anger    shinning    through    the    eyes.    Perhaps,    more   so,    she’s    lashing    out    at    Kagura    because    the   incarnation    is    the    closest    thing    she    has    of   reaching    Naraku    and    his    vague    schemes    that    he   doesn’t    share    with    anyone    at    all.    Yura    isn’t   foolish,    she    knows    she’s    as    disposable    to   the    mysterious    creature    as    Kagura    is    (    her   comb    encrusted    with    a    shikon    shard    is   in    his    hands,    like    with    Kagura,    he    holds   her    life    in    his    palm    ).    

                      keen   as    she    is    (    much    more    than    other    youkai   have    given    her    credit    for    –    Yura    is    more   observing    than    she    seems    ),    she   has    realized    by    now    that    Kagura    is    just    as   spiteful    about    the    arrangement    of    the    two   working    together    as    she    is,    which    she    takes   to    her    advantage    as    much    as    she    can.

no one knew. it was practically impossible even for inuyasha to have guessed at this point that his time was... running out. as the battle waged on, and they got ever the  closer to ending naraku’s life and completing the shikon jewel back to it’s orginal whole, his own life was at risk.

he had one, maybe two uses of his wind tunnel left prior to the last battle that they’d just fought through. with heavy injuries, inuyasha, kagome and sango were sleeping heavily-- that’s when miroku had run off. using his cursed right hand in the last battle, a horned inp demon had sliced his palm upon entering the void. 

the last time this happened, miroku had mushin to help him seal it -- he had no one to help him now. if the wind tunnel were to take his life, he wouldn’t be taking those he held most dear with him.

it was late, he didn’t know where he was going, nor where he was headed-- he just moved as fast as his legs would take him, hoping it was far from his loved ones. the wind was cool as it rustled dark hair under the bright star-filled sky. in any other situation, this would have been a beautiful night to look at the stars, now, miroku only wanted to live another day to see them again.