unforgiven

He smelt something. It was very enticing to his beast. Almost as soothing as a rage that built from the need to find its source. Sesshoumaru took off at full speed as his demon took full control. Within moments he was at an entrace to a cave almost hidden by thick brush. The scent seemed to be fading but his curiosity got the better both sides and as one he stepped over the threshhold and made his way through a few tunnelt that curved every now and then. It was pitch black though his keen eyesight, even moresoe enhanched that his demon was out, saw every spider, crevise, and rodent.

Soon he was stopped by a thick wooden door that seemed to swing open at his thoughts of breaking it in one swift motion. Her scent hit him full force. Yes her scent. Definatly female. But somehow familiar. Storing that information for later probing he walked into the dungeon he now realized, checking everything with a wash of his power. The miko shook at the power that bit into her skin.