Disclaimer: I do hereby disclaim all rights and responsibilities for the characters in this topsy turvy tale... especially for the one with reason to worry. A nod of recognition is bent towards Rumiko Takahashi for her creative prowess.
Chapter 11: Backward Glance
Sesshoume fled the shrine as if the hounds of hell were at her heels. Memories of last night were a disjointed jumble of sounds and smells... and one face. His face.
Growling softly, the proud heiress to the Western Lands reached the relative safety of the forest and stopped. Leaning against a tree, she gouged its bark with slender fingers and gave in to a shudder of disgust. A bath. I must wash.
A male had conquered her. Humans hardly counted, but knowing her father... Golden eyes flashed back towards the village. It wasn't too late to kill the man.
Original Posting Date: September 3, 2011
Prompt: Finger
Words: 100