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Teme Lupus is by Alaine!
The fear and defensiveness in Sonje's eyes as he gripped her tighter, claws most likely piercing the skin, only seemed to cement the fact that she was guilty in the males own mind. If she wasn't guilty, she had nothing to fear from him. As he moved closer, muzzle just millimetre's away from her own, he thought he felt her struggle, trying to back away as he hissed in her face. Never before had he felt so angry, or so powerful. The softest of gasps came from her, serving only to deepen his snarl, before her own shout rang in his ears. It was the final straw, to which he'd given a disgusted roar and shoved her. Unfortunately for her, it was coupled with the lurch she'd given backwards, which meant the little female went careening into their dining table. It struck across her abdomen and for a moment her body flashed forward against the table so she lay against it. It didn't last long however.
She turned to look at him, hatred burning in her gaze as she cursed him. Did she think he would stand for it? The insults slapped against him, like a hand to the cheek and he could only snarl in response. Such was his rage that he could no longer form coherant words and instead resorted back to a more primal means of communication. His body tensed, coiled to spring and it seemed he wouldn't have to wait long. A few seconds later, Sonje made a mad dash for the stairs. She was going for the book, she was going to steal it, take it from him. It was his families curse to bear- they were responsible for it. Unthinking he dived after her.
Raising his arms to try and stop her, his claws came down to rake the outside of both her thighs. He had no idea if he pierced her skin, but at her attempt at escape and his own desperate need to contain her it was highly likely that she would have claw marks down her leg. It didn't seem to be enough though and Temeraire gathered himself together for a moment before lunging, leaping high and hoping to pin her to the stairs before she could do something that would kill him. He couldn't let her do this, this deceitful little bitch wasn't going to get away with his book.
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