welcome  to  silverhairedinu  :          an  independent  adaption  of  sesshōmaru,  from  the  feudal  fairytale  series,  inuyasha.      originally  established  in  2012  and  revamped  in  2023.    rooted  in  the  manga,  with  both  show  and  personal  influences.    anti  -  yashahime  and  anti  -  sessrin.        canon  divergent,  and  low  activity.    written  by  vera.      minors  do  not  interact.   

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carrd wip.    writer is 30 years old, est.  full time adult.  activity may vary.

hi friends.  i haven’t been here in a while, but i find myself in a critical situation.  i recently found and decided to adopt a kitten that was in the middle of the road.  half starved, infested with fleas.  somehow, he managed not to get run over,  i’ve had him for about a month now, and we just started his kitten vaccinations.  well, tonight things got bad.  he had diarrhea, and at one point, when i thought he was lying down just to sleep, he became almost comatose.  his eyes would move if i touched near them, and he was still breathing and with a heartbeat ( albeit very low ) but he had zero energy.  could not stand, or even hold his head up.

i rushed him to our local veterinary emergency clinic.  while we don’t yet know what caused it, the biggest concern ( which caused the listlessness, at least ) was an incredibly low blood sugar of 27.  i had been checking in on him all night.  i shudder to think what would have happened if i didnt follow my gut and do so again, despite it looking like he was laying down to rest.  if left unnoticed, he could have easily died.  he’s about nine weeks old, a siamese mix, and full of life.  his name is ahri.  presently, he is being hospitalized overnight, and then i will bring him with me to work in the morning to continuing treatment.  i honestly don’t even know if he will survive the night.  or what his continued care might be.  if he needs additional emergency care beyond what the clinic i work at can do, i can’t afford it.  this is an estimate of what his treatment is right now.

i don't know whats going to happen with him. but i know that he's too young. i really want to help him, but i need help for what. if you could donate, literally ANYTHING, that would be so, so appreciated. donate if you can, reblog either way. he's had a terrible start in life, and he deserves a chance to live like a kitten should : happy, healthy, and playing with his brother. instead, he's being hospitalized over night, and came very very close to dying. he still might. but . . i don't want to give up on him. the vet techs tell me once they got his blood sugar up, though he was still weak, he was screaming at them. moving around. he's got some fight, still. so please, if you can give any amount toward his current, or continuing care, we would both be so grateful for it. i'm not usually the one asking for help. i'm usually the one helping others where and when i can. but right now . . . i can't do it alone. please help me. please help ahri. if you have any questions, you can ask. thank you so much.

paypal.me/ledovna edit : unfortunately, he did not survive the night.

he had known @greenskirt​ to be a strange creature already;   a pesky slip of a woman that was infuriating at the best of times, and utterly confounding in others.   illogical and far too brazen for a human of this time  ---   and though she was, in a way, considered to be pack, with the melding of his forces into inuyasha’s  (  however temporary that may be  )  it did not stop the western lord from feeling his ire rise.   or even worse, confusion.

amber eyes cut an intimidating figure,  staring at the dark haired miko with an unblinking stare.  there had been an attack, is is true;  a gross amalgamation of naraku’s minions that had slain their way through countless bodies.   the stench of spilled blood was still thick in the air, as were the bodies being burnt, in an attempt to purify the souls that were taken.  what rituals humans did hardly concerned him --  but clearly, coming back from her land and seeing things in such a state had been upsetting for the priestess.  yet it was not her steadfast companions she sought out first, to ensure their safety  :   but him.     “     thine worries are wasted,  priestess.   “     clawed fingers rest upon the hilt of his sword, still thrumming with a faint bloodlust;  and the frustration of being made to cut down such unworthy opponents, as the spider continues to hide.   the half - breed is a coward, and he will surely enjoy gutting him like one.      “   none but the dead bear injuries.      “

rewatching my favorite of the iy movies i can’t help but get stuck on the fact of the inu no tashio asking sess :  do you have someone to protect?

he does not say:  do you have someone ( or even more specifically a woman ) to love?  he does not specify any kind of romantic attachment at all.  just empathy and care for someone --  anyone.  which makes sense.  because when he’s saying it, he’s thinking of izayoi, yes;  but also their child.  and, whether he sess realizes it or not,  himself, too.

this is further proved by the fact when inuyasha is speaking of having people to protect, it doesn’t just mean kagome ( a potential love interest ).  it’s including everyone;  his friends, who he also considers to be his family.  ( found family!! ) and ofc when sess is originally asked he says he has no need of such.  that it is ridiculous.  but when thinking on it when battling so’unga, he of course he says he has no one to protect --  but it’s a lie.  he protects rin and jaken without hesitating.  and they are who crosses his mind in that moment.  his own found family, though i think at this point, isn’t ready to fully acknowledge that;  or maybe even understand it fully.  after all, yokai feel things differently.

which is yet ( another ) reason why i hate that sunrise did the thing that shall not be named --  because inuyasha and sesshomaru are protecting people they care about. which, yes, includes a romantic love ( on inuyasha’s side )  but doesn’t have to. though tbh you could even include kagura in that later on.  while sess couldn’t protect her from dying, despite trying to compel the tenseiga to saive her ( on his own free will; rather than being compelled by the sword!! ), he vowed to protect her from a meaningless death.  you can argue if it was or wasnt romantic, but canonically you cant deny if there ever was anyone he even had the slightest potential for romantic inclination toward or possibility for in canon, it was her. but whether it was romantic or not didn’t even matter, really, because he cared enough to be there when she died.  though he didn’t /have to/.  he cared enough to want to save her life, out of his volition.  he cared enough to think about her death afterward, angered on her behalf that her death was called in vain.  and of course, he was devastated when he couldnt revive rin again --  this time, again, by his own free will and desire --  and was immeasurably relieved when she was able to be brought back.  

much as he tries to hide it, he does have people to protect.   he learned what it means to have people he cares for, whether he admits it or not -- it can push him to be stronger, because he has to be, but it also makes him more vulnerable.  and yet he never banishes them from his company. and it would really easy to!!  but he doesn’t.   and gosh i just love this silly dog man and his little found family that he will absolutely do terrible things for in the name of protecting them

i forget what episode it is but i love that sess, if nothing else, never actually held a grudge against inuyasha for cutting off his arm.  it was just something that happened in battle, and that’s all.

greenskirt·:

the scent of inuyasha’s pack on the wind draws his gaze.  he is not particularly close, but it becomes necessary now and again to have run purchase items from human villages and traders.  human food, additional clothes, or items for grooming. he is ill - equipped to provide her things himself, not knowing much ( if anything ) about what human children require.  but he has the means, at least;  sending the girl off with a bag of coins to get what is required.   and this village in particular has history, indeed.  midoriko’s ancestors resided there;  including the miko that pinned his hanyō half - brother to the tree of ages.  a place he visited, while inuyasha slept, if only to ensure no other had killed the fool before he.  

but in this moment, it is not the hanyō that draws his attention, nor the village itself.  it is the reiki of shikon miko that flares, unseen but not unnoticed;  raw, untapped power that has yet to reach it’s full potential.  he could not sense it on her, in their initial encounter;  sealed as it was, but now it is impossible to miss, much like the woman herself.  mortal in every way, he barely spared her a thought in his father’s tomb --  and now, he finds himself following the trace of reiki, of her scent, wandering away from the village with interest he cannot name.  the scenery blurs as he moves, weaving through tree and brush, until the forest breaks into a familiar clearing;  gaze on her the moment she speaks his name.   there is nothing here but the old well;  and yet, it certainly looks as though she is leaving.   to where?  and why does he care?

  “    has that foolish hanyō finally driven you away?      ”

vasidra​:

it is indeed pleasing, that despite his periodic absences, the edge of fear those feel around him have hardly waned.  for all except her,  of course.   he recalls that first meeting :  the way he felt her pompous for a woman so young, with dreams of grandeur and just stepping into her own.  clumsy in her few successes, but with the pride of a ruler at least twice her age.   lofty ambitions, demanding respect he felt had scarcely been earned.  then, he longed to see the she - dragon burn,  turn into ash;  or perhaps have her fire extinguished by the cold, turn to ice and crack beneath the pressure.  each time returned,  his own duty calling him home now and then, he was disappointed to find she had not died;  or, at the very least, dethroned.   for all the whispers of assassins and plots against her life, few had come close. 

despite what trust she placed in him, he could, of course.   snap her neck in a single breadth of movement;  burn her skin from bone with his poison; or impale her mortal flesh with his sword, his claws, his teeth.   and yet, he did not.  her rule mattered little to his own ways, after all;  this land was not his own, and no sovereign, be they mortal or otherwise, could ever seek to subjugate him.  the mild irritation of her person was not gone, but now  ---  he could no longer claim the woman hadn’t earned her titles, her loyalty, even if it was not him who gave it.  but much like she entrusted him not to maim her, he had trust in her character, the same he has seen grow over the years, if not all of her decisions.

 “    having wine, are we?   my,  how pleasantly you welcome me.   ”   teeth are bared in a brief, faint smile;  before his gaze turns toward the architecture, the tapestry.  the vigil of house targaryen born proudly, both in fabric, and in design of every pillar and wall;  evoking talon marks and rivulets of fire.  clawed fingertips reach out as he takes in the room, brushing over blood-red fabrics;  soft, and silken almost, in stark contrast to the dark of structure of the room.  surrounded by her ancestors, the silver queen fits in here more than she had in meereen, or the great grass sea.  there’s a wildness that remains, all the same;  no matter the silken nature of her hair, or the fine quality of her dresses.  the fire remains, beneath eyes amethyst, and the way she would all but snarl at him, even under the guise of propriety, tone betraying little.  

his ears never lie, after all.  

one of her attendants returned, a cup for each of them and decanter in hand;  the sweet smell of wine emanating from the glass.  it is tinged, only faintly, by the scent of certainty, though the woman’s hands to not waver --  not when handing each of them a chalice, and pouring until it is filled.  the decanter is left, then;  and when she bows out, he can practically hear the way her heartbeat desires to thud right out of her ribcage.  nervous, as she should be.  bringing the cup to his lips, he allows the scent to wash over his tenses,  inferring its taste before a drop ever hits his tongue.  it is sweet,  in a way;  but pleasant, for a human brew.

“    imagine my surprise when returning to meereen, only to find you were not there.   the wreckage of battle left behind, long with a great many other things.   ”     he did not miss the blown out wall beneath the temple,  for the strong scent of dragons beyond the breech;  chains pulled free and destroyed, left upon the floor as scrap metal. 

   “    did you fear them,  anata no megumi?   or was it your people that called for your ryū to be chained like a lesser beast?       ”

since sess isnt going to participate in valentine’s day, i will touch on the yōkai equivalent :  mating rituals!  instead of gifting prospective partners chocolates, or flowers for a yōkai they take a more  . . .  practical approach. at least, in part.   matches are only made possible by the pursuer proving their worth in strength first and foremost, and ability to provide.  emotions are not typically present in yōkai partners --  at least, not always / initially.  but even still, someone like sesshōmaru would still desire to prove his capabilities as a strong partner by presenting his intended with gifts he hunted.  strong beasts, other yōkai, their enemies or perhaps other suitors, to show how unworthy they were.  that is typically how it begins;  and then, depending on the yōkai, the gifts may be more personal.  handmade kimonos or garments that hold a personal touch (  in seshōmaru’s case, perhaps colors of his crest / house;  or colors / patterns he knows they prefer and that look good on them );  weapons crafted for their use and protection;  possibly small trinkets or jewelry that the one he is courting likes, not but in excess.  even he, as yōkai noble, prefers not to have much in the way of jewelry, in part due to personal taste and to be practical, given that he spends much time being engaged in battle.  these are all traits of showing strength, dedication, a willingness ( and ability ) to provide for various needs;  not only the base ones, like protection and food, but also that he knows their preferences, has watched them with a keen eye, and listened with a keen ear, and tailored his courting style and gifts to compliment them and their interests / desires, while keeping true to his own traditions and desires.

                            “     .  .  .    such a foolish mortal holiday.   ”

vasidra·.

brows faintly raise, in some mockery of pleasure perhaps; before falling back upon narrowed, golden irises.   amusement unfurls beneath the surface, though he does not let it be seen.  after all,  it would be unwise to give the woman reason to think he has fallen into madness --  not when his appetite for knowledge has only begun to be whet.  much has changed in this world, and the next, in his absence.  the tales he had heard have only grown in number, and in depth. it had been almost disappointing, when the daiyōkai came upon the city of meereen, to find it abandoned.  at least, by the one he sought.   the halls and grand rooms were familiar, bearing remnants of daenerys’ time there.   armor, weapons, and a map of essos with a number of pieces at play.  each,  he quickly realized, representing the great houses of this land. it was no great leap from there, with eyes sweeping over the dragon-carved piece placed upon the old targaryen stronghold.   a place he recalls, if only in whispers not meant for him to hear, she had longed to be in, just as her ancestors were.  

moons ago, her party was smaller.   still far greater than he had ever given her credit for, but a pale comparison to the vast number of people now at her disposal.  not only soldiers, though that certainly makes up the brunt of the numbers, as he saw;  but men and women meant to be wise.   to give council.     and yet on some of them,  there is a barest hint of uncertainty.    of fear.   a lesser nose would never be able to pick it apart beneath the surface of desperation and hope, particularly with how they corral at their queen’s side;  determination set upon weary faces.finally,  he assesses  the others he has scarcely given a thought: armed and unarmed alike.  analyzing, remembering.   

                  “    i’m flattered you have not  forgotten this one.  after all, the human mind can be such a fragile thing.     ”

when the weapons fall, his eyes slip shut;  and even unseen, he is perfectly aware of each and every single human in the room.  where they are, the rhythm of their heartbeat and stagger of their breath.  the loudness of their mere existence.    unnecessary,  distracting.  in this moment, he has eyes only for one;  and fixes her with a cold gaze,  head canting briefly to the side as he awaits judgement on his rare,  unprecedented offer.    and it is not for his sake,  but hers.        “    tell them to leave,  and we shall      . . .      speak privately.     ”