Dominance

Once calling the young woman, Sesshomaru set Seara down on the blanket in front of him and watched the young Rin come towards him. Something in her movements were graceful and silken, much like the movements of the yoaki species, but something more lied in her that was well beyond her years. As she slowly knelt upon her hands and knees and crawled forward, there in the shadows of her simple curves, lied presence as she grew more knowledgeable of her surroundings and adapting to them. Each careful step, she molded herself into the night, becoming one with it, yet something of her own accord. It was fascinating and exquisite to see. Though Seara graced such movements in her growing years, he had yet to expect them in Rin but here she was, mimicking herself to nature yet coming into her own.

It became all the more clearer, as the young Rin finally sat down, why there had been so many yoaki suitors wanting these women. Without the awkward movements and clumsiness that most humans processed, these women showed a light of yoaki in them as well as the hold to their human kindness and virile air. Beautiful creatures, these women had grown into, even if this was a silent musing of the lord and the lord alone. He could not deny their beauty but he could keep silent for awhile, that is, until they grew into their own so much that they could read this in him. Yona was the only human he knew that processed that kind of control and power, but the potential was right in his face, one he could not deny.

Yona, the oldest human alive and yet the most graceful and elegant creatures he had ever set eyes upon. She had been the last mate of the great and terrible lord, Ryotenshi; the current lord’s grandfather and the last onyx Inu. Her life had been extended to last to the age of her lord’s but when Inutaisho, Sesshomaru’s father, had surpassed his own father and killed him in duel to the death over the right to kill all the humans, the mating bond would have carried her to the grave with her husband had it not been for Inutaisho giving her, her first life bond. Though his father wasn’t the type to do such a thing, knowing that all life had its cycle, he had loved Yona and when he defeated the tyrant, it expanded Yona’s mark, so she may rule beside him as the lady of the western lands. Further into the history of her life when the Inutaisho was to die, Sesshomaru took holds over her mating mark and resealed it, like his father had, as a yoaki life bond given to pack to save a life. Thus giving Yona well over a 1000 years of life so far, three consecutive rules on the throne as lady of the western land to the three dog general’s, seventeen pups, years of wisdom and all wrapped up in a human visage no more than 15 years old. Though she had remained the wife of only one dog, Ryotenshi, she still ruled as the lady of the western lands, along side Inutaisho and then Sesshomaru. His little ones had some catching up to do if they were going to live up to the legacy of Yona.

Speaking of such, the lady had went so far as to move out of the main palace when Sesshomaru’s mother came into the picture, yet wouldn’t hand over the title, but when Rin and Seara came along, she had told the young daimyo that she would, gladly, step down to give them their rule. The only woman and human that Sesshomaru had ever respected as an equal, was willing to hand over all reins to two unknowledgeable humans, and all this because she had faith in them and an eye for the Daimyo’s emotions. Yona was an enigma in itself, but she was wise and a fierce woman with a long eye, making Sesshomaru trust her judgment and being humbled by her choice; one given so freely. She would be laughing at him right now, if she could see that he had fallen for a human like the last three generations, but none the less, she would be generous and motherly in leading his women, regardless if she had told him ‘I told you so’. He loved Yona as Alpha bitch and much like a child would to a mother, more so then his own mother, but she was right in her assumptions and did nothing brash to mislead him as a young daimyo.

His mother, however, was another story. She may have been playful and easy to get along with; inside she was conniving, brash and hardhearted, far more than he himself was. Had his mother been lady, nothing would go well for him, and his chosen bitches would have been killed long ago by his mother, in turn to find someone more suitable. In other words, she would have chosen some snotty, hateful bitch that enjoyed the kill far too much, been deceitful to her mate and shined a fake smile to any who had eyes. However, his mother wasn’t lady, thanks to Yona, therefore his choices were his own and the western lands flourished because room was given to the lord to grow into his place. It would remain that way, since succession was given to these ladies and Sesshomaru was given full alpha control. He would be damned if he was going to be overthrown for his lands and position by any bitch, his mother, Yona and his mates included.

Regardless of his memory of such things like the characters of the women in his life, the fact still remained; these women would be something so much different than what his history told of. He was a very dominant, passionate but yet, cold creature and it was in his nature to expose this to his surroundings; pack and subjects included. His status as western lord proved this fact all the more. Though his father had been gentle in many of his attributes, he had still been a calculating killer with the dominant features of the highest of Alphas. Sesshomaru learned early what it meant to be in the position he was destined to be in, and as such, he could only be true to his nature and what he learned.

As he learned his individuality he became accustomed to his more natural side, thus favoring an aloof nature to protect oneself. He had seen his father die for showing far too much haste in regards to the ones he cared for; women included, and he would be damned before he allows himself to lose his life or place in such natures as too much care or too much dominance. He, Sesshomaru was a very well balanced mix of his grandfather Ryotenshi and his father Inutaisho, and as such, he would have to balance his chosen mates to be a mix as well, in regards of place. They would have to learn the submission of Yona with her flair to lead, and his mothers calculating understanding of what it meant to have yoaki strength. Saying thus though, meant that they needed to be individual in themselves and be much different than that of western ladies past, if they wanted to remain the lord’s mates. Sesshomaru would have to mold them to such and lead them in the right place and if they failed in their task to bend to him as well as learn to make others bend, they would find themselves either concubines to make room for a women who could take on the responsibilities needed to rule, or dead. To learn the lesson, they would have to know as little as possible, so to learn to read him for who he was, for they could not learn if he had to hold their hands the whole way.

Sesshomaru’s thoughts were broken as Rin finally sat down and looked upon her lord with a silent awe, yet apprehension. Seara was in no better shape and Sesshomaru found himself not quite able to swallow the animalistic growl from forming in his throat from self pride. It was showing all the more clearly that these women were growing nervous of his nature and making the plan fall right in place. Eyeing each, he couldn’t help the satisfied smirk from appearing on his demon visage at the sight before him. So it seemed that his women were learning just who their master really was and how much of their lives he held in his clawed hand.

The apprehension in Rin was most appreciative, though he did like Seara’s very much as well, only because the child was learning that if she didn’t want the same type of punishment, she would have to do as she was told. Though he had too much pride, the idea of gloating came filtering through his mind and causing his control to slip further down that dangerous path. He basked in the warmth of it, no less, knowing that each woman would soon fill his need for control, falling apart in their own human fear, and then climbing back up with a new found wisdom and an even greater respect for the demon that they had learned to live with for the last eight years. Yes, the teaching was pleasurable, but the light of the lesson coming to a close, was even sweeter on the palate.

He could feel his beast rising at the thoughts and plans ahead of him and soon found himself at a pinnacle. His nature and yoaki side was now surfacing in a way that it hadn’t in many years, and with its cunning abilities and mature outlook on what it means to be what it is, the feeling was that of pure power and strength. Sesshomaru could feel the alpha coursing through his veins, and though he was growing less in the mood for words, the feeling of his beast rising was enough to say more words than his mouth could ever produce. It was finally time for these unruly bitches to see what he had been bred to be, and time to find out why he was called his father’s son for reason’s other than lineage.

The daimyo snuck a hand out quickly and grabbed Rin by the throat and pulled her closer to where he and the other bitch sat. Once setting her closely to his side, he allowed his nose to take in their scents, combined from the close proximity, and reasserting the rules about questioning with a low, rumbling, snarl. He would have no more of the incessant chatter, questioning or disobedience; for these bitches were told their places, given examples and any other resistance was futile on their parts would result in them receiving the full brunt of his wrath. The beast in him was surely snarling inside at the thought; as each woman gasped out at his treatment but did nothing further to instigate his ire.

In turn for such good behavior, Sesshomaru leaned his head in to the women’s necks and nuzzled, licked, nipped and rumbled each in turn. The result was instant as they mewled out in his touch, huddling closer to his form and, unknowingly closer to each other. As he continued on, enjoying the surge of nature in his self and the responses of the ladies, the contact became closer and a sudden surge of whimpers and cries were heard as Rin pressed forward and Seara bowed out, causing their hypersensitive nipples to come in contact. The act alone caught the young demon’s attention as he looked up towards the source before catching the aroused snarl in his throat before it tore loose. There in the brink of their passion, the women were pressed almost chest to chest; Rin’s head on Seara’s with glazed over eyes staring at an unknown point and the older of the two, head thrown back, mouth agape and calling out gutturally like a lost soul. The sight was, by far, the most beautiful in the entire world in that moment.

A feral and deadly smirk played at Sesshomaru’s lips as he leaned back and continued to watch the scene before him, each woman oblivious to his intent. With all the possibilies, the demon could not pass up and opportunity like this and with that thought in mind, he let his hands come up and carress each woman lightly, in various places, to see just how far this would go. It didn’t take much for the women to realize whom they were enjoying and were soon looking upon each other before sharing a first, shy kiss. In the moment of passion and the call of his chosen bitches, Sesshomaru took the opportunity to lay the women down; Rin sprawled out on the blanket and Seara hovering slightly off to the side, giving the yoaki quite the eyeful and free movement to do just about anything.

Yes, he would still teach them their lesson, but now there were some new boundaries to be pushed, in which Sesshomaru liked. He found that their sheepish touches sent shocks of arousal straight to his endowment, and for him to chastise their behavior would be the stupidest thing he could ever do. However, Sesshomaru was an inventive demon and such an act of open affection between his mates could prove useful in driving his point across. They could bask in each others warmth all they wanted, given that they had permission from him first, and he still could be dominant over them with his ever ominous presence right their to teach a lesson. Oh, it was only getting better.

The western lord leaned in, growling to the two mates, letting them know that he was there and driving a point across that he was still in control of the situation. Though they were at a pinnacle of little words, the looks on their faces were enough to let him know that they understood his point and the fact that he was the reason for their antics to begin with. They understood that without his guidance or dominion, they would not be sharing the intimacy or pleasure they were at that moment, as well as understanding that he held the balances of just how far it went. The light in their eyes showed the small amount of fear that he would do something to deter the situation or change the outcome, keeping the two flamboyant onnas on their toes. That light alone made a smile flutter across Sesshomaru’s face in pride at just how amazing his bitches were, proving that this little escapade could really go as well as he had hoped.

The final balances were held in these women’s hands, this Sesshomaru knew, but he also knew that he held most of the power on how those balances tipped. The scales were sensitive and if a demon wasn’t precise on what he or she was doing, then only fate could decide the outcome. This was a lesson Sesshomaru learned early in life from his great father. It was perhaps, one of the first.

Being young, a child naturally looks up to their parents or guardians for encouragement and structure but as Sesshomaru learned, his father held an air about him that none dared to challenge or question. This aura was comforting as a pup, but when he was coming to his own, he found that his father’s unwavering control, power and strength, was a beacon to look up to and a constant source of comfort and guidance. He had learned early that it took a lot for his father to loose control and on the rare occasion that it did slip; he knew that had done something very wrong to invoke such radiant wrath from such a collected being. The punishments had been harsh but necessary for Sesshomaru to be the demon he had was today. If it had not been for the floggings, duels, mock mountings and the shows of submission to his great father, Sesshomaru wouldn’t have learned to respect power or desire it as he may. He could have turned out worse than his obnoxious half brother. However, learning that his father was in absolute control over his upbringing and calculating all of it down to the finest detail, Sesshomaru wouldn’t have learned what it meant to practice such power, nor wield the fates in hand. He, himself, was proof of what a firm hand, direct teaching, and constant parental comfort, could do.

As the young demon lord let the memories wash over him and the truth of days long gone to present themselves, he allowed his hands to continue to roam, ever grateful of such lessons. For without such, he wouldn’t have had the chance or the power to mold two human females to his will, or the power to rule an entire providence. In light of all that had happened in the few short hours, he sat back on his haunches and admired his handy work thus far.

He had lashed out a great deal of punishment, thus far, but he had also built a trust like no other. These women grew only more respectful of his power and thankful for such. They basked in each other and in the warmth and protection of their master. Though Sesshomaru was dominant and forceful in his nature towards these women, they clearly knew that one would not go so far to teach something that they had no intention in keeping. Saying such, they also knew that it was in his power to do as he will with each and for them to gain any amount of favor from one such as him, they would have to obey and prove they were worthy. Time would only tale that much but this night would prove whether or not they were going to give the honest effort to this union. Sesshomaru knew without a doubt that this is what these women wanted, just as he had wanted, and with the guidance of his firm hand, the end result would be something powerful and indestructible. Sesshomaru may be a powerfully frightening demon most of time, he was also a practical one, and trust was key for a balanced life. Though love was not a demon’s nature, taking an active, constructive role in a relationship, a mated pair or group could understand the value of pack, which in Sesshomaru’s opinion, was far stronger, reliant and realistic in the ways of bonding. Love was fake, pack, however, was not.

The fates had been good to him thus far as he watched the two women run bold hands over the other’s form and admiring each other with sighs muffled in heated kisses. The touches were graceful, full bodied, yet innocent still; showing that each human had grown from child to woman in only a single night, under the watchful eye of the lord of the lands. It was amazing to see what a little effort could cause in a surrounding and how these things could change the fate drastically in such a short amount of time. The more they touched, the higher the aroma of arousal soar until the lord was swimming in their scents as each woman finally let hands wander to the other’s sex.

The cries were emmence and a powerful aphrodisiac to the young demon, causing him to growl and snarl as he leaned forward, his painfully erect phallus rubbing the coverlet under him, and pressing his nose in between Rin’s legs to the source of her heat. Her smell was divine and caused the already purpling head of his manhood to throb further as his hips drove forward and his tongue to come out to lap up the honeyed essence dripping from her slit. Though he had a mission in mind, all was momentarily forgotten as he laved the sex pressed firmly to his face, a hand from each woman to caress his hair and erotic cries to spear the air as each woman was pleasure; Rin by his own mouth and Seara in the tentative but persuasive touches of the youngest of wards.

Sesshomaru was drowning and trying to stave off his beast from taking full control as Rin cried out, for he wanted to save that moment for when her mounted Seara. However, the release of each woman was powerful and caused his control to slip, slightly, regardless of his effort; his markings growing rigid, his eyes turning crimson and a slight wind to pick up as his yoaki power radiated around them slowly. This turn of events caused a reaction far greater than he would expected as each woman became aware and remained in submissive modes when he sat up. He watched them bare their necks and look at him in awe and trepidation, all the while, trying to stay still when they were clearly affected by their orgasms and his nature. It was surprising to get the results he had been searching for, in such a simple act but none the less appreciated, as he ran his clawed hands over each in a rare show of affection and purred to the ladies looking upon him and each other.

He didn’t want to break the spell that they were all in but the sudden shift in Seara caused him to break his contact and look at her in wonder and expectation. Following his silent demand, she leaned forward, pressed her head to the blanket, bared her neck and look at him with hooded eyes, asking for his attentions. The look in her eyes told him that she knew it was only a matter of time before he would take her, that she was still receiving some form of punishment, but all the same, showing she was ready for him. Such devotion this one had, in her own way, and the act caused him to swell with pride as the young Rin sat up to watch more intently. Though he wanted to give her a slight inclination that she was being respectful and obedient, he still had to punish her for teaching Rin what she shouldn’t have and assuming his nature, when she clearly knew nothing about him.

The though swam through his head, causing his beast to rise further in anger and arousal at all the possibilities with this up coming rut. It was now his chance to prove to that vixen, the error of her way and to pronounce to all, that she would bow to him and no other. His instincts demand retribution for her disobedience and his body demanded her virginal core. It was all so fickle yet the coming actions would be pleasurable to say the least. Though he had quite the idea to punish her harshly this bout of rutting, he still planned to take her as his mate and if she behaved, she would receive some of what Rin had earlier. His mind and beast danced with glee as images of his showing Seara just how demon males dominated another. The thought was enticing and as he remained unmoving with dark pleasure running through his eyes, the woman before him became nervous and fidgety, something even more pleasuring to his ever demanding beast.

Snatching Sear up in his grasp, he firmly placed her in his lap, pressing his length between them and leveling her with his demonic eyes. He could see the fear in her face at what he meant to do next as she searched his face for some sort of comfort. He could see out the corner of his eye that Rin, too, was effected and fearful for her companion but Sesshomaru would not change his mind this late in the game. He had prepared his beast a long time for this and planned it down to the finest detail, and though they had done rather well, he still was going to do what he had brought them here to do. With these thoughts in mind, he let the last remaining strings of his control to break ever so slowly, as both women watched the fantastic and dangerous change in their lord. He would let this come slowly, as to let them bask in the fear of what he was before the transformation was complete, and with this in mind, he let the powerful aura of his ki whip out and blow his tresses from his form and press harshly against Seara.

He could see that it took all of her will power to stay seated and obedient in his grasp as the realization hit the young woman of what he truly meant to do. Tears welled in her eyes again as understanding hit them while she watched his form to slightly shift in the power of his yoaki. She bared her neck further, hoping that perhaps he would show some leniency to her if she was submission, but this only encouraged his demon to press further and prove to the unruly bitch of how inhuman and powerful he really was. Sesshomaru needed her to truly understand and see his nature before he could press forward and with that thought, he pulled the woman firmly in one arm and locked the other around her neck, snatching it a hair’s breath away from his; forcing her to watch what she had caused.

This sight was almost unbearable for each as the heavy weight of his alpha poured out to the surroundings and suffocated them with dominance. This was indeed the first time they had truly seen or felt his power in such a way and the resulting factors they were showing made Sesshomaru almost purr in excitement. He pressed lengthened claws into the flesh of her throat before licking up the blood that beaded and scraping elongated fangs across the flesh. The taste and the act caused his engorged length to swell further and a knot to appear in longing for the virginal heat so close to it. He wanted nothing more to have his way with her, though he did not want Rin to see all of it. Lifting Seara up, to alleviate some of his hunger, he pulled her down and violently tore through her maidenhead in a single harsh thrust. Throwing her head back away from his, she screamed out her agony and cried out, trying to free herself from him. This act caused the young Rin to whimper in hurt for her friend before lowering eyes to shed tears, away from her lord’s gaze.

The sight was beautiful in all its raw glory and Sesshomaru had to do all he could not to thrust up further into her heat. He allowed no reprieve or comfort for any of his women, for his actions were enough and so was theirs. This was indeed the point he had wanted Rin to witness and Seara to feel, this humiliating and painful act of self exposure and animalistic need. He had wanted to see what could and would happen to her if she continued to be defiant, as well as teach Seara that because of her actions, she would see no intimacy this night as her maidenhead was stolen away so publicly, for punishment. Had this been closer to home, he would have publicly mounted Seara, in front of the entire court, and done so in the hardest way possible, but that wasn’t the case. Her only witness was Rin, which was her closest friend, causing her the same amount of humility and pain, yet being simple enough even for the innocent eyes of Rin. However, Sesshomaru would not show the rest to the younger of the mates because her suffering was enough for one night and the single act before her was enough punishment for her actions. So thought in mind, he pulled Seara from his length and sat her down, giving her a warning glare not to move before he changed his sights to the other in the group.

Pulling her a little closer, he let his gaze catch her before he ran his lips across her slightly but not giving in fully. Though his action was a rare kindness, he kept his visage the same, giving clear warning that even though she was in his favor now, didn’t mean she wasn’t under his dominance. Separating himself, he gathered up her towel and handed to her before looking back at the quite but crying Seara.

“Go bath Rin and do not leave my sight.” The daimyo spoke out rustically as his voice took on a sinister growl and his yoaki whipping his hair back from his face, only adding to the regal look he already processed.

Before she could walk away, Sesshomaru formed a small orb of demonic power in his hands and handed it to Rin. As she walked away slowly, looking back ever so often, the orb surrounded her in a barrier that blocked the sounds and most of the sights of the couple still on the blanket, the further away she walked. Finally the sound of water was heard as Rin rested in the water and immersed herself in taking a bath, guarded from the horrors that were to happen and shielding her from any dangers that could be lurking. The barrier would not only shield but give her the comforts she needed to feel safe, so not to come running back so quickly when he would be taking Seara. He needed this silent moment with her, in order for her to grasp the magnitude of her punishment and save a little privacy for the pair in regards to Rin.

He wasted no time once he was sure the child bitch was busying herself in the water, as he leaned forward between the parted legs of Seara and snatched her head back to his dangerous claws. His previous bites were reopened under his fangs as he pressed forward in his task, and his beast rising further. Though he was certain of his task, he could not give her the words that he longed to give, too engrossed in making the bitch pay for what she had done. Their were far too many emotions running through him in that moment to even come up with words, so he would have to use only his form for the lesson. Clearly the woman understood and tried to fight off the desire to run as her lord had his violent way. Though he could tolerate her quaking form, when she tried to shield her neck from him and hope to get in words to plead with him, he grew further angry at all the distractions and struck her hard to silence her once again.

Sitting still and setting himself back on his haunches, he watched as resignation lit the woman’s face as she realized the resistance was futile and the sooner she done as she was told, the sooner she would be forgiven. Though he could see that she desperately wanted his care and understanding, she was now seeing that her submission was what he saw more necessary at this moment. Finally, after hours of punishment, words and abuse, she finally saw that the only way to get anything she wanted or have a chance at what Rin had, she would first have to suffer and take her punishment as her station dictated.

Sesshomaru kept his growl at bay for only a moment as he soon flipped the woman over on her hands and knees, spread her thighs, and placed himself at her generous apex. This was his victory and in his complete success in the dominion of Seara, he let his visage finish its transformation, his face, that close to a dogs, draped himself across her back, clamped his lengthened muzzle around the curve of her shoulder, and slammed his length in all the way to the knot.

Her scream was sensual and half hoarse but she remained still as he filled her over and over, hard, with short, deep, powerful thrust; forcing her to receive his full length and build his knot. He worked, completely engrossed, growling and snarling into her bleeding shoulder, intent on tying and knotting this bitch hard. He took her in a way that he had never taken a human and never would with any other but her. Though he was teaching her the way yoaki’s rut and knot, she was also to learn the great honor that he bestowed upon her. Male demons never took humans this way, it was far too dangerous and they could die, but on the rare occasion they did; the human under such treatment would learn and respect what they were considered in that moment, for many demon females didn’t even get this treatment. Seara was pack now, and expressed as an equal in the matter of human and yoaki, and though she would never be considered equal in status, she was receiving the gift of dog demon customs; something that very few humans ever got to experience. He knew her pain, and gave her credit that she was taking it better than he expected, but he would demand that she show respect later for what she had been given, or else face more punishment for denying his yoaki nature.

He pushed fully against the female, close to his own end as he felt the woman collapse upon her elbows, using all of her power to stay upright in his harsh thrust. He would not demand her to understand now of what it meant to be in this position, however, he was certain, with the way she was taking it, that she understood what it meant. This pleased him greatly, making his swollen knot to lock and tie the bitch in question to his manhood. Roaring loudly in conquest, he quickly marked her as his seed spilt forward and filled her womb, causing another cry to wrench from her throat at his rough treatment before he sat back upon his haunches, taking her with him.

The pants, whimpers and growls, lowered to a slow hum as they sat in silence, evaluating the change between the two. Sesshomaru could feel the mental hurt of the woman on his lap, and though he was slightly affected by it, he made no move to give her comfort. This was part of her lesson, and if he gave her comfort, it wouldn’t sink in and would only cause a world of trouble to him later. However, he was satisfied that she had learned what she needed to learn, so that they could move on. He would not give them the love that their human hearts thought they would receive, but perhaps in the future, if all was well, they would have his understanding, company, and care. This was all he could give them and if it was not enough, then they would simply die. His mark tied them to him as mates and they way of yoaki bid them to his law and as such, they would have to accept what he could give and nothing more. That was the way of the demon, whether they understood it yet, or not. However, demon’s lived long and the bond kept the women with them, so there was ample time to figure out what was next in their long lives.

He was suddenly tired and wanted nothing more than to bath, so after pulling the woman off of his lap, he laid her down, settled himself between her thighs one last time and spoke his word, which was law to many.

“You now belong to me, and as such, are expected to act the way of your station. However, if you do not follow such rule, I will kill you with my own claws. You taught Rin far too much and I will not tolerate it. Do as you’re told or the consequences will be far worse than what just transpired here. Don’t make me repeat myself! Do you understand me, bitch?” Sesshomaru whispered dangerously to Seara as he heard the fair Rin returning from her bath.

“Yes, my lord.” Seara spoke back chokingly to the demon she feared more than anything on the planet, at that moment.

Satisfied with her response, he pulled back away from her, giving her a warning glare before grabbing the last of the towels and pressing it over her sex before Rin could see the semen and blood pouring from her ripped opening.

Standing once more, he watched as the two woman huddled up to each other and awaited his next instructions. Once he evaluated the situation and let the last of his control slip back in place, he pointed at the blanket by his swords.

“This is for you two. You will not have need for the clothing until morning. I am going to bath and you two will lie down and rest, for we leave at first light to head to the western fortress. Do not leave, unless you want more punishment. I will return soon, do not do anything that would instigate my wrath, further. Do you understand this?” He spoke out without emotion, recollected back into his normal, aloof self.

They both nodded an agreement as they reached for the coverlet and laid down with each other, while he still stood watch at the situation. Once satisfied that they would listen, he gathered up his clothing and supplies and headed to the hot spring. It called to him like he hadn’t bathed in years and once he set in the water, he slipped into a deep meditation, slowly clearing his mind of the nights events, in hopes for a little peace and a sharper mind to contend with later. After what seemed like years, he finally pulled himself from his thoughts and continued to bath, before getting out, drying off and dressing into his usual attire. Once finished, he headed back, combing his claws through his hair as he realized something wasn’t right. Once coming up to the maple, his anger rose and his beast almost snapped free in a fit of rage as he realized that Seara was no where in sight.

He looked around to see if she had gotten up to pee but found that here scent was already dissipating, proving that she had left as soon as he entered the bath. Rage boiled in him at her defiance, before he let himself prepare for the sure beating he was going to give that ungrateful bitch when he found her. Looking to Rin, he found she slept, unknowing that her friend was most likely going to die, and since he regretted waking her, he set up a barrier around their spot before setting out to find the other.

She would pay for her deceit, dearly!

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