[J] bang, bang, that awful sound

Keese · 04-17-2011, 06:34 PM

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Ivory ips curled back to bare yellowed fangs at the other male. A deep, resonating growl tore through his chest as the other refuted his claim to Anann. He was tired of this hybrid’s insolence.”She is MINE,” he roared, spittle flying from his mouth in testament to his outrage. The guard hairs along his spine and shoulders stood fully erect, quivering with his anger. Though as much as he might try to stretch upward he would could ever gain a dominating height over either Anann or this male, but he could still lift his nose, ears pressed forward. ”Have you not noticed that even she does not even bother to deny it?” An ivory hand gestured in the golden woman’s direction. ”Anann has always, will always be mine and I would kill any other that would lay hands upon her.” His other hand clinched in a fist, itching to reach for the buck knife strapped to his belt at the back waist of his pants. Anann’s warning to his manners was all the kept him from pulling the blade. He was no were near as skilled as Anann with a weapon, or even without. But he knew how to handle himself and had a tenacity for fighting dirty. It was shame really that she would not allow for blood to be spilt in her name. He knew it would be pointless to attempt an assault on the man here and now. Anann would not just stand and bare witness to their brawl if it were to come to that. In time he would make sure that this male would pay for getting in his way.

Though as Anann ordered the other man to stand down that arrogant smirk reappeared. His anger subdued by his amusement. Relishing the look of shock and confusion that spread across the hybrid’s face, the fool. Surely he did not think that he could have Anann for himself? He had always known the amber hued woman was a temptress. A flirt and a tease, though she thought her actions harmless. He doubted she even realized that she had set her hooks in this male. But he could see it. In the way he looked at her now. In the way he defended her, even disobeying her order. Oh, the fool. He would have laughed, had it not been for the unexpected blow to his ribs. He gasped, hand grasping at his assaulted ribs as he tried to regain his breath that had been forced out. ”Perhaps you should worry more about calling off that fucking dog than my manners,” he hissed, yellow eyes glaring the Cinnamon pelted man. Fuck that had hurt.

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