"Kagome," Kun-loon called, stepping into the room. She heard a soft sniffle and felt something touch the edge of her senses. "Oh sweetie what are you doing in the closet?" She pulled open the closet door to find her daughter in the corner, her knees tucked against her chest. Her eyes were squeezed closed and small sniffles escaped her mouth.

"Kagome, what`s wrong," Kun-loon fell to her daughter`s side and pulled her close.

"Mama." Kagome sniffled, looking up with wide, azure eyes. "Mama he`s hurting. "

Kun-loon blinked in surprise. Naturally her empathy reached out, sinking comfort into her daughter`s mind. She could feel a deep worry and sadness by Kagome, but there was something else, someone else. She could feel pain and hunger and a fierce, animalistic determination. "Who?"

Kagome pulled one, long sniffle. "I dunno."

Kun-loon gasped, covering her mouth in shock. Her mental probe had stumbled across something she had never expected. For a Kirin the mental bond between mother and child was made as easy as breathing. She knew her daughter`s mind as well as she knew her own. The moment her blanket of comfort spread, Kun-loon found something that she had never noticed before.

The Red String of Fate.

(exert from my story "The Dogs of War"

I had quite the time drawing a young Kagome. Not sure if I succeeded.) 

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