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He vaguely noticed Kiara's arrival and her snarled offer to hurt him, he simply gave a shrug. Let her do what she wanted to him, not like he had a choice anyways. His words seemed to only infuriate Elsweyr further, he noted with an inward grin, the beast inside running a tongue over wounded jaws, pacing and thrashing inside, howling to be let out. He calmed it with a low snarl, flicking his tail with a frown. She wasn't going to spare his kin now was she? Okay. Once he regained power he'd probably return to kill her. Nobody threatens his cubs. Especially not some prissy princess who decided that threatening children was enough for him hurting a fully grown woman. Had she no decency? Apparently not.

The smell of singed fur touched his nose, he wrinkled it and glared straight into her burning optics, barely feeling her claws sink into his breast, his previously injured breast. His vision clouded and the snarling twisted face of his father appeared before his sights. He looked down, the claws were doing wonders in his chest. He heard his mother's voice, telling him to calm down, to focus. But she wasn't there. She was dead, with Baby. He couldn't focus. Rage clouded his vision, his teeth snapped close to her face-his father's face. Bloodlust sprang to life and he eagerly accepted it. "I'll kill you." Quiet at first, then his father began dancing with his talons, and his voice grew louder. Chains rattled. "I'LL KILL YOU! You'll pay for EVERYTHING you did!" Words directed at his father were spat to Elsweyr as he attempted to grasped her wrist with his paw, pressing down further into his gaping chest. "Do it. Do it, Elsweyr, and enjoy it." Something quite insane danced behind his eyes, his tongue darted out to taste his blood, still freshly pouring out of him.

#psychosocial.