Prompt: Kitten
There was nothing aristocratic about wrestling his enemy to the floor. Sharp teeth latched onto the stranger's ear and ripped. They scuffled, papers spoiling with blood. The scent of it drove Sesshoumaru wild, adrenaline heightening his howling, elated nostalgia-kick.
Sesshoumaru eventually pinned him down with a knee to his back, jaws half embedded into his throat. The demon beneath him made a pathetic kitten-like whimper.
"Now tell me…how many more of you are there?" Sesshoumaru purred.
When the male snarled in answer, acid-coated his claws.
For you, Kagome, his instincts crooned, bringing deadly talons down.