Beginning note: I don't own Spirited Away, I'm not making any money off it, and this is all for the funzys.
Ablution - A ceremonial act of washing parts of the body or sacred containers
Opinion
Chihiro covered her mouth with her hands in horror as the two combatants rolled together. She couldn't tell where Kohaku began and the monster ended; he having been consumed by the writhing mass of shadow. All she could see were flashes of silvery scales and wickedly sharp claws between tumbles and roars of agony, whose origin she couldn't with any degree of certainty say.
All she knew was that there was blood. Everywhere.
And then it happened, out of the dark mass Haku's head rose, blood dripping from his fangs and muzzle, clinging to his fur and his lips as they curled when he went in for another attack; sinking fangs and claws deep into his enemy.
There was a pulsing rolling through his entire body at the violence of it all, muscles bulging with remembered strength.
And as he once again tore into the creature, so she realized for the first time just how feral her dragon could be. She'd never considered Kohaku as fearsome; she had been of the opinion that he was just a boy –now man- that could change his shape into that of an animal. And yet as he fought for her, for them, she found herself frightened. For him. And of him.
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