Sixty-Seven.
Kagome could count on the fingers of one hand the times she had seen Sesshoumaru's more beastly form, and yet even then there was the reassurance that he was still inside, somewhere, holding the reins.
There was no control left behind those maddening eyes.
Jagged stripes, magenta eyes, elongated fangs and acid that dropped from his claws, drizzling dangerously all over the ground, leaving the sickening sweet scent of poison heavy in the air–
Kagome bit hard on her tongue, trying not to scream.
The beast roared menacing, preparing to attack, and Sesshoumaru did something she'd never expected: he swore.
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(100 words.)