K for King
The Sun shared the last of its remaining luminance to this side of the world, painting the sky in vibrant glows of yellow, orange and gold. He walked in front, leading the pack in every way an Alpha would. The silk that graced him ruffled as fine music, his fur flowing like a regal cape, his aura was bright, solidifying his bravado.
Kagome's steps were slow, her eyes had a mind of its own, trailing and tracing even the smallest of scar imprinted on his body. There was a sudden insatiable thirst in her throat that refused to be sated even after drinking almost a gallon of water.
The pack halted for resting and everyone settled on the soft green grass, everyone except the Lord of West. He stood aloof, tall and strong in the path, the golden beam smooched his locks in to bright silver, edging his form with halo.
His face was impassive; chin was tilted high and swords were perched on its righteous place, his armour was sharp and shining and his pristine sleeves were floating against the dancing wafts.
In every inch, in every nook and from every other way he looked as mighty and real as a King would appear and her childish dreams of finding a 'Prince Charming riding a white horse' wept, whined and succumbed to an uneventful death.
Her heart swelled.
She had finally found her King.
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