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A single word rang out in Hybrid’s mind incessantly and with such force that he began to grit his already-bared teeth together. The word echoed in response to Silas’ words and Hybrid could not shake it. The single word held more power over Hybrid than he would have liked to admit, but he could not let this creature pass him. Not when he could hear his mind screaming traitor! at him with such force. Hybrid tried to ignore how Silas was now grinning at him, a maddening role-reversal that bothered and enraged him. The little piece of scum! He had no right to laugh or mock him. He was a traitor and traitors should be killed.

Hybrid snarled in response to Silas’ laugh; this was no laughing matter. The last one to laugh was a traitor. He stalked closer, his fangs bared and his hackles raised.

“Are you a traitor then? You betray the laws of the clan and you betray the clan. You commit treason!” He let the words rip from his maw and he was certain that as he spoke, a bit of spittle accompanied his words. A parting gift from the proud Tesserarius, though he was certain to give Silas more than just one gift.

He stalked closer and began to circle the Syemv mutt. He snarled as he tightened the circles until he took a few quicker steps and moved to attack. He aimed to bite Silas’ calves, hopefully with enough force and direction to rip his muscles right out.



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