A mid-winter's stroll by Chocolate-Pudding

Aurora Borealis

A quiet, winter night. One would expect that none would be outside in the midst of the freezing winters of the northern reaches of the Yukon Territory in a large town called Dawson. A beautiful woman of nearly 23 with midnight locks and shocking blue eyes strolled hand-in-hand with a tall man of striking looks. Silver hair and amber eyes, swirling and dark, a proud; if not, arrogant posture.

"Sesshoumaru, are you feeling okay?" asked the young woman. "....." When she received no answer the woman stopped walking and searched his eyes, looking for an answer to her question. Finally, after she couldn't even shake an answer out of him, she looked upwards towards the north, dreading to see what she thought the problem was...

There! A dancing of bright colors distinctly rose above the horizon in a clash of yellows, reds, and blues. Looking back at her love, she witnessed a terrifying sight; one that had been drilled into her memory from the first day she witnessed it.

Dog-like fangs tore through gums until they hung over his bottom lip, while nails tore out of the tips of his fingers and became deadly claws, which almost instantaneously started emitting a green, corrosive acid that dripped onto the soil. Even then, the woman could recognize her love. A dark burgundy seeped into his irises clouding out the beautiful gold she loved. A deep cerulean blue, crescent moon appeared on his forehead along with maroon stripes along his high cheekbones.

"Sesshoumaru?" she asked tentatively. "It's alright, dearest. It will pass; I strongly suggest that we get home. Before I lose control again," Sesshoumaru replied, in a hoarse voice.

Taking the short way to their penthouse apartment, he suddenly tore through the room, sinking his fangs into the plush pillows lying amongst the tangles sheets of his bed. "Sesshoumaru, please let me help you this time, Please!" "No," he snarled, "I'll hurt you!" "Please!" she begged. Putting her arms around his neck, she pressed her lips to his in a tender caress.

Giving in to his animal side, he took her. It was to be the first, and certainly not the last time he would lay with his new mate. Like a sweet summer's breeze; untold whispers drifted through the night between the two lovers. "I love you, Sesshoumaru" "I love you too...my dearest and sweetest, Kagome...."

And that was that, a mid-winter's night when two lovers' souls intertwined and became one.