May catch-all

[fated_dance]

⌛ Who: Zhou Zishu, Lan Xichen, Song Zichen, Xufeng, Elrond, AND YOU
⌛ What: May catch-all
⌛ When: Second half of May
⌛ Where: Various
⌛ Warnings: Sexiness due to event
⌛ Notes: Say who you want in subject line, feel free to plot with me via PM or fireduck, or just have at! Some starters for event will follow.

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Bork!

[prince_of_the_moon]

The scent of the fox alerts him to the beast's nature. Ah, the owner of the manor. Rumbling in amusement, Sesshomaru hunkers down and catches the fox, nipping playfully at Zishu's neck. But his bites are gentle and his tail wags as he nudges the fox's side with his nose.

"Why is a Kitsune attacking me?"

Of course the question is phrased lightly and he shifts him form, returning to the one that is almost human.

[fated_dance]

Laughing at the play, the kitsune wiggles onto his back just so he can playfully batt at the dog demon with soft paws, tails wagging. Zishu doesn't care if he looks silly!

But he sits up when Sesshomaru shifts into the humanoid form he's seen more often, one ear cocked as he debates what to do. Instead of immediately suffering the pain of returning to his normal state, he cheekily leans in to lick at a hand, nosing it as if in apology.

[prince_of_the_moon]

His amusement increases and he crouches down to stroke over the fox. A thought occurs to him and he shift his form again, this time becoming a fox-sized dog. Pure dog demons can control their size and Sesshomaru demonstrates his skill with ease, his ears perked.

"Show me your garden."

He nudges their heads together, rubbing against Zishu's furry side.

[fated_dance]

Zishu leans into the clawed hand without fear, then his tails wag happily when Sesshomaru shifts to a size complimenting his own. He nuzzles the demon and yips in answer before leading the way to his favorite part of the garden. Plum trees play as a protective border but there are other beautiful bushes and flowers. And a rather telling nest with some fur that has clearly been wrestled free by grasping branches from a certain fox.

[prince_of_the_moon]

Shaking his long ears, Sesshomaru readjusts to his new size and leaps after Zishu. The plum trees are inspected - as are the bushes and flowers. When he comes at last to Zishu's nest, he sits down in it and tilts his head. If this is where Zishu likes to lay, they can lay together. His fluffy tail curls around his paws and he stretches out, his red eyes never leaving the fox.

[fated_dance]

The fox leads him this way and that, tails occasionally rubbing over him. Zishu happily nuzzles his doggy friend and stretches out against Sesshomaru's warm side in his nest. He drapes his tails around them before leaning up to lick at those long ears.

[prince_of_the_moon]

Sesshomaru lays his head against Zishu and his ears flick lazily under the kisses. After a little while, he licks over the fox's pretty face to return the attention.

"The wind carries the scent of heat. Have you noticed?"

How sensitive is that fox nose?

[fated_dance]

Zishu huffs at the question, though his eyes close under the kisses. He nods before forcing himself to shift back to his human form. The pain washes over him, making him pant for breath for a moment before he can calm himself and push it away. He still lays for a moment, then settles on his back. He's only wearing one thin robe today, almost a silver blue.

"It happened a year ago, too," he murmurs in memory. "I'd just arrived, wounded, but was healing when the heat started in."

[prince_of_the_moon]

He watches the transformation, noting, disdainfully, how it forced Zishu's bones to realign. There was nothing natural about it and he presses against the man for awhile longer, letting the warmth of his fur be a comfort.

"I think you are whole."

Is he wrong? His sensitive nose is able to point out where the nails were, however, and his red eyes narrow. Torture?

[fated_dance]

Zishu leans against the comforting warmth with a smile as he settles back into his natural body - with the additions of fox ears and tails, which he's rather fond of now.

"I am now." He rubs gentle fingers through Sesshomaru's fur in wordless thanks before parting the top of his robes just enough for a few of the scars left by the nails to be seen, as well as where he'd been impaled by those spikes.

"I'd been captured and restrained with metal spikes just before coming here, was freed and smuggled out within a few incense sticks' time. Friends healed me here."

[prince_of_the_moon]

He bares his teeth at the cause of the scars, rumbling dangerously in his throat. Are men like demons? Do they delight in tormenting each other? Yes, they must. Otherwise Naraku wouldn't have grown to such a powerful, dangerous threat through those means.

Whining, ears pressed to his head, he licks Zishu's scars - the ones he can reach - and nudges his nose against the man's cheek.

"If I want someone dead, I kill them."

Torture is beneath him. If it must be done for information, he leaves that to Jaken.

[fated_dance]

Maybe he's a fool not to fear this demon. But he senses no danger directed at him, no threat. He gasps at the licks and shudders before sighing and curling around the other. It takes a moment to pull away from the ache in his body, the ache that wants.

"They couldn't kill me. I'd wounded their leader, left him bed-ridden less he die. I could reverse it, so they had to keep me alive. They weren't expecting me to still have loyal followers among them." He hadn't been either, truth be known. He'd just known his Lao Wen would come after him, and that had been enough.

[prince_of_the_moon]

Sesshomaru changes back to his more human form. Today, surprisingly, he is without his armor and his hakama. The kimono he wears is simple enough, illustrating the colors he is drawn to most - reds and blues especially. Yes, he does know how to dress himself for more than battle. He is nobility, after all.

"Fools." he lays himself at Zishu's side, his silver white hair loose under his head, "Why reverse what he earned? I would have chosen death rather than give him relief."

[fated_dance]

He smiles at the appearance and settles in against his friend. The colors suit him!

"Aah? I would not kill him because he'd simply be replaced by someone worse. In making sure he had to stay bedridden, his loyal guards would keep him in power."

[prince_of_the_moon]

The colors have meaning: red and/or yellow signifies courage, white signifies death, and blue signifies heavenliness. They are a message without him saying a word or wielding his sword.

"He must be a coward. I wouldn't accept such a limited life." Sesshomaru turns his head to watch Zishu, "What about you? Would you be content?"

[fated_dance]

All of the meanings of those colors suit Sesshomaru.

Zishu blinks at the words, considering them for a moment before huffing out a little breath, gaze dropping. "...Yes. He is."

A wry little smile tugs at his lips with that question and he shakes his head slightly. "No."

[prince_of_the_moon]

"So I will stay beside you, Kitsune." Sesshomaru is only half-teasing. He has no stomach for cowards. Raising himself slightly on one elbow, he peers down at Zishu.

"There is no reason for your guilt. Every man, every demon, chooses their path. He chose his."