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Some people are slashing (harharhar because they're swords, get it?) Zangetsu and Shirayuki. That is all well and good but...
He is a large beast: a wall of bristling white fur, reared above her. She darts away and his upper body comes crashing after her, all wide mouth, flat molars and incisors like sabers. His knuckles land in her icy foot prints and he slips, hissing, snarling, roaring as he grapples for purchase in her wake and then leaps with all the large, brutal grace of one who’s learned over the years: how to find her, and how to catch her. His speed is nearly alarming, surging through the sharp frost she kicks up to deter him. His blank eyes fix on her, his scales sliding over one another. His hand--wide and thick skinned and unmoving against the layer of ice that spreads between his fingers in an instant--close over her legs. They have fur up to her knees beneath her kimono, and they are pinned. She is trapped. She looks up, eyes large, to see that mouth coming down, down, down…
Sodeno Shirayuki touches either side of the great beast’s head, running her fingers through the grooves of his face.
“Yes,” she shivers, comfortingly, “And you too.”
Zabimaru closes his two mouths, looks at with his four eyes and then, after a moment, bends to let her crawl onto his back.
He is a large beast: a wall of bristling white fur, reared above her. She darts away and his upper body comes crashing after her, all wide mouth, flat molars and incisors like sabers. His knuckles land in her icy foot prints and he slips, hissing, snarling, roaring as he grapples for purchase in her wake and then leaps with all the large, brutal grace of one who’s learned over the years: how to find her, and how to catch her. His speed is nearly alarming, surging through the sharp frost she kicks up to deter him. His blank eyes fix on her, his scales sliding over one another. His hand--wide and thick skinned and unmoving against the layer of ice that spreads between his fingers in an instant--close over her legs. They have fur up to her knees beneath her kimono, and they are pinned. She is trapped. She looks up, eyes large, to see that mouth coming down, down, down…
Sodeno Shirayuki touches either side of the great beast’s head, running her fingers through the grooves of his face.
“Yes,” she shivers, comfortingly, “And you too.”
Zabimaru closes his two mouths, looks at with his four eyes and then, after a moment, bends to let her crawl onto his back.
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Also: Note clear similarity between amount of heavy narcotics taken by Kubotite and Mr. OK-Kids-Let's-Kill-God Pullman.
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