Untamed by criticat

Prompt: Ecardinate

This drabble was written for Smittee’s Alphabet challenge.

Standard disclaimer applies. I do not own Inuyasha.

Cringing as the last bind rattled to the floor, announcing their escape to anyone that cared to listen, Miroku massaged his legs as they gained feeling, his strength returning somewhat after the discovery of a small pot full of water, the small pieces of sand crunching on his teeth. Inuyasha paced the sack of a dungeon room that they were locked in, claws trailing on the smooth, as if licked to sleekness surface of the walls, exclaiming with uncharacteristic softness as he felt wind caress his calloused palm.

“Let’s hope that walls aren’t strengthened by magic like those stupid chains.”

Walking as far back as he could, his broad shoulders meeting the opposite wall, he ran, his form beating into the wall with a force that appeared to shake the very foundations of the palace, Inuyasha disappearing briefly from sight in a cloud of dust.

Holding his breath in anticipation, Miroku jumped as a guard flew past him, landing in a messy heap, his form still. Hearing a sneeze and some hushed curses, he saw Inuyasha pick up a curved blade, adjusting his hold on the unfamiliar hilt as he leaned against the newly formed entrance.

“Oi, Mikoru! You are coming or not?”

Prompt: Ecardinate - without hinges. Kindly read and review :)