Many thanks to my wonderful beta, Stella! Who is awesomely awesome! Also many apologies to her, as I sent her a different file and upset her dearly!
Word Count: 100
His wounds were healing nicely, he noticed as he stared at himself through the reflection from the river. Golden eyes zeroed in on his smaller, white and furry form.
He growled, splashing the water with a paw, and disturbing the flowing streams.
He felt great disappointment in himself for having fallen victim to the priestess' deceptive ploy. His desire to be freed of the Panther clan's daughter was overwhelming, and he let it poison his mind into doing whatever it took to be rid of her.
If he ever reverted back to his humanoid form, he would personally see the end of the dark miko. She would die a painful, slow death.
The sound of growling broke his concentration as he stood upright. Turning to investigate the noise, he was met with two fully grown brown wolves, snarling at him viciously.
Sesshomaru narrowed his eyes towards them, growling lowly as to warn them not to come near.
Sesshomaru looked back and forth to each wolf, unsure if he could take both of them on in his weakened state. They advanced on him, their mighty claws marring the earth beneath them with each step they took.
The smaller one struck, a giant paw connecting with his face as claws dug into his fur. He yelped loudly, his body falling harshly to the ground. The bigger wolf latched himself onto Sesshomaru's leg, his fangs tearing the muscle underneath. His brilliant white fur began to stain from the blood pouring out of his wounds.
He bit back at the wolf, clamping down where his neck and shoulder met. The wolf yelped, falling back, letting the other wolf have a go.
His vision went blurry as he fought on, panting for breath.
So…this was how he would die.
