Foreverlast

Aromas of decayed flesh and burnt forestry filtered upon the air while the crackling of fire blared in the distance; bodies laid to waste spread far and near upon the earth's floor, the sky radiating Death's beckoning call. Sweat pooled down dirt strewn flesh, golden orbs narrowed in dangerous offense; Sesshomaru felt eerily nauseated at the sights and smells of Zeneria. It hadn't been unusual to see and smell death, but never had it been of his of clan...never had it been of Marzipan's clan. A wrath to rival a thousand tortures whirled amid the honey hue, ebony brows bunching in disgust. Dried blood caked beneath elongated nails that seemed to endlessly flake into the nothing which earned a disapproving sneer from the youkai as his ambled through the destruction. Sniffing curiously at the new scent nearby, a growl rumbled lowly as the demon halted in stride. Something of an imp birthed from the smoke and trotted into the clearing. Sesshomaru scoffed at he sight and mentally rolled his eyes as he beheld a minion to the Brothers of Korthol; not that it mattered to him, but allowing such a filthy creature to exist could not be permissible. Drawing back into a squared stance, Sesshomaru released his light whip from filth wrecked nails, dissecting the creature into two distinct halves.

The golden gleam squinted momentarily from disappointment then resumed the typical stoic nature they usually beheld. Sesshomaru continued forth through the battlefront, endlessly maiming and annihilating all who bestowed a loyalty to the enemy, having found no trouble with any adversary. This posed the question in the young demon as to why his father thought such a dire consequence could arise from his participation. Unfortunate as it shall be, young Sesshomaru would soon know the horror that the Kothorlians could create...

Lounging beneath an appleblossom tree, Marzipan remained in a meditative sit as to connect to the etherworld. Being left behind in what had been considered a "safe haven", the mage was left to fend for herself. Having been trained in the art of magicks, Marzipan was still considered an apprentice and had not been authorized to use her knowledge. Being an oracle at such an age left her vulnerable enough without other knowing of the power she possessed. Appearing as if from the mist, a figure emerged behind the child; violet orbs beamed with a childlike innocence, a smile of good tidings and welcome sprayed across small lips. Dainty arms reached reassuringly to the figure only to have been captured and tied behind her back. Squealing in protest, Marzipan had begun uttering the beginnings of a spell when one was cast against her to render the elfin child mute. Cradling the mage within burly arms as though she were still just a babe, the entity disappeared through the fog with no trace being left behind of either it or Marzipan...

Wandering for what seemed like an eternity among the ruins, Sesshomaru froze. A coldness scoured the lithe body causing the youkai to shiver and fear. It hadn't been the fear of gracing the presence of Death nor the challenge of the Kothorlians, but something greater...more dire. Clutching firmly upon the youkai's shoulder, a hand from seemingly nowhere appeared only to reveal Hadrian, battle worn and exhausted, standing by his side. Indeed, the mage even surpassed Sesshomaru's expectations; casually brushing away the elder's hand from his body, the young demon began on his journey again. Stumbling after only a few strides, a body laid pooled in blood and marred with the markings of some beast. Meat hung in shards, bone protruding from flesh, innards trailing here and there. Kneeling before the fallen warrior, Sesshomaru felt a breath hitch within his breastbone as he tried to gasp in horror. Brushing away the swells of blood and dirt and other debris, his fear had been confirmed. The form belonged to none other than Marzipan's brother, Pollux. How one as skilled as he had failed among such amateur fighters puzzled the youkai. Rising back to his footing, Sesshomaru prepared to inform Hadrian of his son who laid slain...