Untamed by criticat

Prompt: Abapical

This drabble was written for Smittee’s Alphabet challenge.

Standard disclaimer applies. I do not own Inuyasha.

Magenta lids shut, the Lord of the West pretended to rest, appearing to have met his abapical, given up and no longer seeing the need to try his binds further. Dismissing one strategy after another, he, begrudgingly, admitted to himself that aid may be needed.

Sesshomaru expanded his youki, searching for survivals amongst his men. Cringing as the pink, barely healed flesh of several wounds popped open under the strain of movement, he stilled, his breathing slowing until the pain was bearable.

‘Hm.. It appears that the poison in my system saved me, yet the toxin used by the woman slowed down the healing process.’

 Minutes scurried by, faint flickers of power here and there confirming that not all were slain, the demon finding some comfort in the thought as he leaned back against the cool surface of the wall, giving his body time to heal before the impending battle.

‘So the half breed survived too, that is... fortunate.’

No matter the disdain he felt towards his brother, at least he was certain that the fraternal bond would make them allies enough to escape.

Prompt: Abapical-the lowest point

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