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His eyes widened as she toppled into him, and he tensed on instinct as she collided with his body, pronounced muscles rippling beneath smooth fur. One foot moved back behind him for balance, though he quickly returned it to its original position as she grasped wildly at the fur on his chest. His hands moved to her sides at once as he steadied her and tried to get her on her own two feet--it was hardly a chivalrous gesture, done more so for relieving the pressure on his own fur. Before anything else could happen she'd released her grip with one hand, and he caught her eye as she lifted it to strike him. One hand fell off her side and he lifted his arm as if to block her blow, but strangely, after a split second, reconsidered and let it drop back to his side. She was not poised to gouge his eyes out or slash open his cheek and he understood this--soon a sharp stinging sensation was felt over the breadth of his face, and he scowled down at her as he took a step back, subtly placing his foot on the fallen club so she couldn't just pick it up again.
"Feel better yet?" he grumbled, though his voice was lower and neither arrogant nor threatening. One clawed hand rose as he rubbed his cheek gently, which seemed to somehow dissipate the tingling sensation left by her smack. He eyed her warily, not entirely sure when this pointless display would end or if it should at all. In his mind, he'd provided her with warmth, shelter, food, drink, and even entertainment--he knew nothing of the rape that by all means shouldn't have been physically possible, given that she was kept in a boarded up shed with the only real windows above chest height. As far as he was concerned, the entire reason for her abduction fell on Haku, anyway--if he hadn't detained Talitha, they would have had no need for a hostage. Only now did he register her pack scent--that she no longer affiliated herself with Dahlia de Mai was intriguing. "At least you've dumped that old shit-brown leader of yours that brought you into that war," he emphasised, hoping she'd eventually come to realise he hadn't done anything outright objectionable, all things considered.
His eyes widened as she toppled into him, and he tensed on instinct as she collided with his body, pronounced muscles rippling beneath smooth fur. One foot moved back behind him for balance, though he quickly returned it to its original position as she grasped wildly at the fur on his chest. His hands moved to her sides at once as he steadied her and tried to get her on her own two feet--it was hardly a chivalrous gesture, done more so for relieving the pressure on his own fur. Before anything else could happen she'd released her grip with one hand, and he caught her eye as she lifted it to strike him. One hand fell off her side and he lifted his arm as if to block her blow, but strangely, after a split second, reconsidered and let it drop back to his side. She was not poised to gouge his eyes out or slash open his cheek and he understood this--soon a sharp stinging sensation was felt over the breadth of his face, and he scowled down at her as he took a step back, subtly placing his foot on the fallen club so she couldn't just pick it up again.
"Feel better yet?" he grumbled, though his voice was lower and neither arrogant nor threatening. One clawed hand rose as he rubbed his cheek gently, which seemed to somehow dissipate the tingling sensation left by her smack. He eyed her warily, not entirely sure when this pointless display would end or if it should at all. In his mind, he'd provided her with warmth, shelter, food, drink, and even entertainment--he knew nothing of the rape that by all means shouldn't have been physically possible, given that she was kept in a boarded up shed with the only real windows above chest height. As far as he was concerned, the entire reason for her abduction fell on Haku, anyway--if he hadn't detained Talitha, they would have had no need for a hostage. Only now did he register her pack scent--that she no longer affiliated herself with Dahlia de Mai was intriguing. "At least you've dumped that old shit-brown leader of yours that brought you into that war," he emphasised, hoping she'd eventually come to realise he hadn't done anything outright objectionable, all things considered.