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[personal profile] prince_of_the_moon 2022-02-05 04:51 pm (UTC)(link)
The park suits him better than the strange buildings. Why must humans cut down so many trees for their ugly architecture? Even after being around one, there are still so many things he doesn't understand about men.

He is resting against a tree, watching Ouyang through slit lids. The wind occasionally ruffles the fur on his shoulder, but otherwise he doesn't move.

"Why do you fight?"

Does this man know something he doesn't? Sesshomaru's voice isn't loud, but it carries, the deep tone rumbling ominously. He has been searching for the gods of this place, but thus far, he has been unsuccessful.
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[personal profile] theatrics 2022-02-10 12:54 am (UTC)(link)
He hears the words but doesn't stop his practice. Ouyang continues to form the patterns of attack and defense, as fierce as if he were actually crossing swords with another. It isn't until he's finished the familiar routine and sheathed his sort that he casts his dark gaze on the other.

"I am a soldier."
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[personal profile] prince_of_the_moon 2022-02-18 04:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Being ignored doesn't impress him. Sesshomaru closes his eyes as if bored with the display, though, secretly, he is impressed by Ouyang's determination and focus. He doesn't move until he hears the other speak, his head tilting as he opens his eyes again.

"I see no war."
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[personal profile] theatrics 2022-02-18 10:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"Not here. Not now." But in his home, there was nearly perpetual war, what with the Mongols being greedy for all the land they could conquer. "There is no reason to let myself grow fat and soft for lack of war."