I'll kill you first, you wait and see
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Hyrbid snarled at his mother as she approached, content with being openly hostile. She deserved much worse than a mean growl from her son. In addition to that, her words were slurred and slow, as if she were drunk or high, or something worse. Her movements were jerky and uncoordinated, her eyes unfocused; she was on something. That mere fact made Hybrid's anger increase, for not only had she dared be defeated by some wolf, she then decided to meet him in a condition such as this. He wrinkled his nose, trying to decipher the strange smell that had followed the dark wench, but could not decide what it might be. In any case, she was fucked.
"I've heard some interesting rumours, mother," he replied. "I would like to know what is true. Start talking. What the fuck happened with you?" The last words were forced out, just barely comprehensible, for he was snarling enough to skew his words. He almost sounded like her. But he was disgusted with her.