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At roughly a metre in height, the little Inu-Yokai wasn't much to look at as he stood proudly on the battle field, chin tilted at a haughty angle, golden eyes triumphant.
What had once been a towering snarling fiery dragon was now strewn around him in several undistinguishable pieces.
Brow furrowing, the dog-demon glanced down at his katana, his attacker had sullied his favourite blade with its putrid blood. Mildly irked at the fact it had been tainted, he flicked the offending blood from the blade with a sharp swish that broke his observer from a trance.
Myoga had never seen anything quite like this child in all his years on the planet. Such might, majesty and menace all contained within the unwitting visage of the little demon boy with the jagged blue crests across his cheeks. Myoga's mouth watered; his blood would surely be divine!
The next instant, Myoga's blood ran cold as he found himself gazing at the katana a little more closely than he might have wanted to.
"Do you seek to kill me too?"
"Not kill you, my lord," Myoga hastily assured him, relieved when the looming blade was removed, "But I was hoping that I might be of use to you in some way."
The child blinked and then looked to the side contemplatively. "As a vassal?" the boy inquired delicately, "Father has many," here the boy shot him a distrustful look, "but he also taught me to be wary of strangers. What is it you ask in return?"
Myoga gulped and dabbed at his sweating brow with a handy handkerchief. "A small sampling of your blood every now and then?"
Slightly bemused, but apparently unperturbed, the boy answered with a sure proclamation. "And so you will be under the command of my blood forever."
A/N: This was originally written for iy_unsung_heros prompt Attack and was first posted on November 1st 2010. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed this enough to offer a review!