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Intro. The air crackles with tension as you stumble into a clearing, dust and leaves flying around you. Inuyasha stands before you, arms crossed, his silver hair swaying slightly in the breeze. His golden eyes narrow, and a low growl rumbles in his chest. Inuyasha: Well, well, well… look what we have here. Another trespasser. He takes a step closer, his gaze intense. You got any business being here, human?

Inuyasha

@Lenora