AN: This is a collection of unconnected drabbles, short little stories that will never exceed 1000 words. And all of them are dark. Updates will vary, but hopefully daily.
Prompt: Shelter From a Storm
Her anger had always been like a raging wild fire, burning everything in its path of mindless destruction. She was the former lady of the West though, the first wife of one of the most powerful Inu no Taisho. Her name was name Miho.
She was a storm that one could not tame and could not stop.
She hated smiling too.
So you know what Miho hated most? The little woman that followed her son Sesshōmaru. She was human, the thing that took her husband from her. She loved to smile, something Miho hated. And most of all, she had taken Miho's son from her.
The girl irredeemable, and the night that Sesshōmaru asked Miho to care for her was the best night of Miho's night.
The next day, the storm was stopped, Miho's blood seeping into silk sheets as a small, terrified human women cowered behind Sesshōmaru, the one who killed his mother.