I wrote this in response to the Dokuga community weekly challenge. The prompt was 'snarl'.
_______________________
"This is your fault! I don't -- what are you doing?"
Kagome had looked back to see Sesshoumaru a good ten feet behind her, staring at a group of people clustered on one side of the market-place. She stomped back, and caught snatches of their conversation as she got closer.
"It will never be undone!"
"Never!"
Kagome frowned, watching as Sesshoumaru then strode towards the crowd. Folks saw him and started to scatter, trying to stay out of his path. With everyone out the way, she could see that they'd been crowded around some pole stuck in the ground, with a rope attached to a cart tied to it.
After another look, she saw that the rope was tied in a huge snarl. Something nudged at her memory, and she watched with burgeoning horror as Sesshoumaru raised his arm, made some blurred hand movements, and had the rope undone.
Leaving the villagers to gape at the remnants of one of their legends, Sesshoumaru walked away, with Kagome rushing after him.
"Ahh, Sesshoumaru, I'm not that familiar with Greek history, but I'm pretty sure that's not how this particular story is supposed to end."
"That is how it ends now."
_____________________
A/N: Looks like I dropped them smack in the middle of a time-travel piece! You can blame this on the 'Doctor Who' marathon I watched the night before I scribbled this down. : )
