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He was deaf to her puny excuses; his scent clung to his belongings and should make it obvious to all. Pitch black ears lay flat against thick locks, unwilling to listen to her genuine apologies. It didn’t really take much to get anger to flow through his veins. It had been a prominent problem during childhood, and though he had worked with his issues and had managed to find ways to leash his easily sparked anger, he didn’t seek to gain control over his tantrums outside the family. One thing was to control himself within Salsola’s borders and with his Masters back in Freetown, but this was a mere stranger.
Pupils scrutinized his backpack and he could see that it had been tampered with. It was pathetic that he hadn’t caught her presence before her greedy fingers had touched what was his. A persistent bird fluttered about him and darted to land on the thief’s shoulder, but he ignored it. Pandemic was a giant and few creatures outmatched his size; a puny bird was the least of his problems. Companions weren’t uncommon, and a small bird nothing.
Once he reached the shore, his impressive form darted straight for the petite woman, and his right fist unwrapped to give her a powerful slap across her rude face. He intended it to be the first strike of many. Salsolan traditions had formed him, and they didn’t take well to being disrespected in any way.
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