[The scream that tears from her - strangled and furious - is closer to a monstrous, inhuman shriek. Surprise gives away to white-hot anger, burning in her throat, beating fast and hard against the hand infringing on her. If Vidar wanted a conversation, he won't be getting it. What he receives, instead, are her claw-like nails tearing at his hand before darting for his face.
There's no haughty act now and no reasoning in those golden eyes. All that remains is a murderous instinct to hurt.]
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There's no haughty act now and no reasoning in those golden eyes. All that remains is a murderous instinct to hurt.]