When you Die, It doesn't Hurt

[Torrance]

A whisk of wind rustled the trees as a figure ran through the smaller trees and shrubs that surounded a large forest. The figure slowed down to a walk as it breathed softly out and in.
A girl, was the figure, with razor sharp fangs that would peirce your skin and leave her mark. She crept along in the bushes, silently and deadly, planning her mark and opening point. She would have a grand enterance, as she had always hoped. No, a product of rape could never have a Grand enterance, barely an enterance at all.
The girl sighed, Torrance, twas her name. Torrance thought her name sounded like something out of a plush area, not a deadly, storm filled garden like hers.
Her body swiftly moved along, stopping her thoughts and thinking of where she would end up. Probably on the outskirts of everything, like before.
She walked out of the bushes, a hint of sunlight hitting her and she stepped back into the shadows. Sunlight, darn how she hated that disgusting thing they call beautifull. Sure, it helps grow her protection from the deadly thing, but that is all its good for. A tan? How would that be useful? She liked her darkened self, the way she was.
She crouched to the ground, barely making a noise. She backed up a step, steading herself on her feet. Just then a bird that lived in the underbrush of the forest shot up, showing everything and everyone that something was moving there...

[Sesshomaru]

Looking out from the shadows which had conformed upon him cast by the many trees which stood tall, sprawling their branches out over the sky Sesshomaru stood. Though not timid he seemed rather withdrawn though his mere presence was in itself ominously dark. Sesshomaru began to walk, his steps silent and lithe yet his stature was tall and rather imposing. The sounds of Torrance and the bird caused Sesshomaru's eyes with their golden orbs to shift at its direction, though it was as if he could sense something far before. Sesshomaru shown little care about it as he continued moving, though also seemed to know of Torrance's presence simply he didnt acknowledge it. His expression, not tired, but almost emotionless and without much care showed through his naturally handsome features yet he was strangely complimented with a cold sort of composure.

The shifting leaves overhead allowed shafts of light to play along the floor and occasionally on Sesshomaru allowing him to be somewhat made out. The cool air caught his fluffly pink boa which layed across his shoulder and tugged at the sleeves of his kimono and sash. Though completely uncaring of what happens around him he seemed oddly poised to attack, as if every action stood out though didnt affect him.