The miko sprung to light come the first break of dawn. She shot up with a gargled cry, clutching her chest. Sesshomaru waited for the woman to compose herself, but the moment never came.
With a scream the woman rolled onto her side, scratching at her cheeks ravenously as her jaw began to elongate. Bones creaked and snapped as the miko's face contorted into something else. Once pale, creamy skin hardened into gleaming scales.
Rather than face a human woman in the light of morning, the face of a black dragon roared into the sky. It was a horrible noise of pain and suffering, one that left the daiyoukai inexplicably stunned as the creature darted into the sky.