Takara RolePlay Post

Takara spent the next week hunting down her uncle and Rin. Rin had been totally clueless, which hadn’t surprised her, why would he have told Rin of her mother? InuYasha had been more helpful. She wasn’t sure what it was that her father hated about her uncle, but he seemed to be pretty okay. She figured it was strictly because of him being a half-demon. She had spent very little time with InuYasha before she took her leave. She didn’t have time to see her cousins or aunt. Family seemed to be very over-rated... yet the idea of being alone forever felt like a thorn in her heart.

She ran east, a direction she never would have guessed without her uncle’s assistance. She also got a little more of the story from him: Apparently Sesshomaru had been seen as a menace and threat to her mother’s tribe. She was the daughter of the chief and fell in love with him. Takara had no idea how anyone could love someone as cold and heartless as he was. When that thought occurred to her she stopped running. She was as cold and heartless as he was. She took a deep breath to push the emotion that came with that fact away before she began running again.

She was told that Sesshomaru was asked by the chief to marry his daughter in return for freedom to roam the lands without ridicule as well as becoming the soul inheritor of the territory if the chief died. Kiyomi, her mother, had apparently been heartbroken when Sesshomaru declined at first. Kiyomi’s father didn’t sound like the type of man you say no to, so he eventually was able to persuade Sesshomaru to marry his daughter with the conditions that they would have to have an heir but he did not have to remain bound to the village or Kiyomi longer than he desired. The agreement also stated that Sesshomaru would be required to visit Kiyomi once every 14 years or he would receive nothing and the wolf demons of that tribe (which had long since branched away from the rest of the wolf-demon tribes) would be of no support to Sesshomaru should he require allies in reclaiming the Western Lands.

Takara had been shocked to hear she wasn’t full-blooded dog demon, she was still battling herself about whether or not she even knew who she was anymore. She had been equally shocked to find out that this was possibly his 5^th visit to her mother since her birth. InuYasha said that Kiyomi gave Takara her name. InuYasha had no clue how Sesshomaru had managed to convince Kiyomi to let him take Takara with him.

That was the extent of InuYasha’s knowledge on her mother and Takara now wished she hadn’t gone searching.  It was too late to turn back now, she had spent too much time on this. She was curious to see her mother as well but the thought frightened her too. She was unsure what to make of anything and so when she finally smelled her father in the air, her stomach twisted and flip flopped. By the time came to approach the tribe’s den she was practically dragging her feet. She had so many questions yet none formed…. That was probably a good thing because when she was within sight of the den whispers began and one wolf demon ran inside. As soon as the male wolf demon was inside Takara felt her feet moving backwards. She was unable to absorb so much change. Her father had never told her… She was half wolf. She didn’t give it any more thought before she was jogging away from the den.

She was on the brink of tears when her father appeared next to her, running at her speed. He said nothing to her but she quickly blinked away the tears that threatened to fall down her ivory face. Takara’s whole world was upside down and he still would say nothing to her. She grew angry instead and screamed at him, “I hate you! You kept so much from me. Leave me alone!” She used her speed, something she now may have been able to understand better, to run and leave him behind. He had said nothing to her… no “you don’t mean that” or “I’m sorry.” What did she expect? This was Lord Sesshomaru.

By the time she reached the Xun-Feng shrine her tears were dried up and she had no more moisture to put out. She paid no attention to her surrounding, she just went into her private room and went to bed. She would have gotten water to rehydrate, but at this point she didn’t care. She just wanted to be away from the waking world.....


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Takara awoke the day after her return after nearly swallowing the necklace that she had wore around her chest for as long as she could remember. It had been a gift from her mother according to Jaken. She pulled the necklace's cord above her head then stared at it, the cord clutched tightly in her grasp. She decided now that she hated it despite how lovely the moonstone looked. The silver that encased it had always been one of Takara's favorite parts... Now even the reflection the gemstone showed disgusted her. She throw the locket as hard as she could,, meaning to shatter it against the wall at the other end of the room but the locket barely made it passed the doorway. She was dehydrated and emotionally destroyed, strength was not something she had at that moment. Takara watched the necklace soar through the air and bounce once with a loud 'ding' then again... and again... before it finally came to a rest now sitting in what appeared to be two pieces. A small piece of parchment now lay on the floor a few inches away from the necklace. She did not care. Takara quickly felt so dizzy she had to lay back down. The room went black.