felt the length of platinum hair cascade from atop his scalp, draping across a broad set of shoulders and eventually down to the stem of his lower back. Without a gust of wind, it seemed that the thick tendrils would play to their own beat, melodically dancing against the unique style of clothing that he wore -- unique at least for this time and setting. Despite the fact that the hair could arguably have never been washed, it was never tended to by anyone but the small child named Rin; her attempts to constantly groom the Yokai were non-other than annoying -- it maintained a natural luster. Such was the natural gift of the demon apparently, no matter how he aged or what he went through and suffered about ... Certain attributes would remain as flawless as one could imagine; the hair was only but one of those qualities to note upon first glance. Beyond that, the pale and tender flesh that stretched with perfect vitality across his muscle structure ... Free from scrapes, scars, bruises, or any other tarnishing effects that could've permanently disfigured him, due to the healing power of Tensaiga in collaboration with a natural blessing ... He appeared untouched. Golden aspects pierced forward below the furrowing white brows that adorned his visage, accenting everything beyond the tough purple strips marking along his cheeks. They weren't necessarily the common birth stains of any Yokai, though appeared rather consistant within his own family line ... His father, his brother, they all had something similar -- despite the disgusting halfbreed being an otherwise disappointment entirely. This tall man was draped from the shoulders-down with relatively dated attire, the clothing inspired from a feudal era japan also managed to sport quite the influence from Chinese culture. Flower petals decorated the wide-sleeves of his shirt, a heavy mix in colour between red and white, they did nothing beyond add personal flair to his garments. Typical Japanese hammerpants tucked in at the ankle to shady looking oak coloured shoes, they weren't overly spectacular and warranted no extra attention ... Though they served a proper purpose of keeping glass out of his feet; and other things from wedging between his toes ... Nasty A-Un. Over his chest was a simple piece of plating that propped up over his right shoulder, the bone-like piece could've been that of anything, but managed to pull off a jaw-like appearance; with the spikes of teeth included. Strapped to his waistline was where the real magic would happen ... As if the Yokai's heightened senses, speed, agility, strength, and myriad of other technical abilities weren't enough; the weapons were his ticket to fame and fortune. There were three of them, admittedly from different periods and encounters throughout his life ... The Tensaiga, a sword of healing -- it managed to protect the wielder from fatal attacks, quite the asset to have ... Though it's most useful combative techniques were certainly that of rendering undead useless. With a clean-cut, it would purge the undead from this land, cleansing any impurities and escaping the tormented soul to the afterlife -- let's hope his enemy wasn't undead. Oh the fabled meido zangetsuha ... It was the other ability worth noting, as it was capable of tearing a scar through space and time ... Opening a vacuum into the void, pulling those within the immediate vicinity into the claim. His Tokijin was one of the other swords, not quite your average Katana but more resembling something of a broadsword, this weapon fed off of demonic and spiritual energy. Turning and channeling those energies into powerful twisters that could be lunged off and discarded toward an opponent; it was a strong weapon to say the least, and often times was the blade he'd choose in a mundane combative situation. The third and final blade, was one that he took a particular interest in ... It was the blade that had been born of his own body, the wondrous sword known as Bakusaiga. While it may not have appeared like much, something torn and rusted through -- it had a rather sparking effect of decomposition. Tearing apart organic materials on a molecular level, it would poison through the flesh of any living specimen; eventually spreading that corruption until they were a large enough pile of gooping nonsense. So these were his weapons, what else needed to be mentioned about Sesshomaru? Beyond the fact that he had near teleportation-level speeds, he was adorned with lengthy and sharp nails, capable of expelling a venomous gas from their beds ... It was something that came in handy from time to time; more memorably when he drove the clawed right hand through InuYasha's torso. Oh yes, there was one more thing ... Duh? The mokomoko, a large appendage that was covered in fluff, it sat heavily over his left shoulder and did nothing more than appear to be an extension of his full demonic side. Not closest to truth, this appendage was capable of extending to great lengths
Banryu  in order to act upon the will of the Yokai. Part of his demonic side? Yes -- Sesshomaru had the further ability to transform himself into a massive dog, one capable of far greater feats. than had previously been stated ... In that form, he'd so much as breath a miasma capable of pulling metals apart. All of this aside, he stood tall waiting for whomever would approach -- those senses of his more than capable of drawing reality from fiction, and whatever bewitching effects that the sounds or smells would linger with; he would separate into something of realism. Thin wry lips drawing into subtle form of separation, it was a dancing tone of elegance that brushed beyond the oral cavity. "And to think ... One of dirty blood dared compare himself to me."