[M]I'm gonna show you crazy

Her words of him breaking trust with her brought a new snarl to him. His anger prickling. He had done no such thing and she knew it. He had been asleep when she left so the fuck he had. His hackles danced as his emotions toyed with him. This game of hers was going no where and he wanted nothing more than to rip into her hide, yet at the same time he didn't. The confusion of such things he knew likely danced on his face and in his eyes. He was a beast of violence not of gentle love or touch. She knew as much already.

His pacing in the darkness never once stopped or faltered. He was trying to decide what to do with such emotions. His form slid forward for a moment only to pace more. He for once was having trouble deciding where to throw his anger, and why he for some reason didn't want to throw it at her for wronging him. His own confusion only served to rile him more. He was angry with her, angry with his own emotions, and with his own indeciveness. His tail rose above his hips, bristling with anger. Her blaming him for whatever the fuck she thought he had done wasn't helping shit either. Then more words which caused him to stop and look directly at her. His lips peeling back as he listened and she finished. Him lucky to have touched her? No it was the other way around, she was lucky to be alive, lucky he hadn't done away with her as soon as he had finished last time.

Did she truly not understand the severity of her situation? Did he have to force her to want to never leave his side again? His temper only served to rise even after her apology. He moved then, forwards and towards her. Head low and ears back. His eyes though still fighting his emotions over such a want to break her, we're hardening and blazed like hell fire. His muscles rippled with every movement, each step screamed of the danger she was placing herself in. If she was smart she would of shut up before now, let him either calm down or rile himself up. As soon as he reached her his first move wasn't exactly tender, that cut bothered him most. His body aimed a powerful slam of hers against his as his mouth sought purchase on her nape. Should she have fallen like he wanted he would then aim to plant a paw and press weight down on her side, only to release her nape and give a rather rough and hard press of his tongue to the inside of her cut. He gave her no words for when he was done with her today she would likely not want any anyway. Besides he didn't know she mourned nor what to do with a mourning woman.