| [Apr. 27th, 2009|07:20 pm] |
The feral-happy-glee Kuromaru had been oozing changed in an eyeblink, terror and fear-fueled rage whipping him around, sending him lunging for the woman faster than most humans could follow. A snarl ripped out of his throat. His single ear flattened against his head as his pupil dilated, the black overtaking the gold of his iris. His lips pulled away from his teeth, skin and scars writhing over his muzzle. It all happened predator fast, fueled by years of training to be faster, still. Predator-intent wasn't killing intent. Right now, it was worse.
Tsume bolted forward, cursing under her breath. She'd only seen him lunge-to-kill a very few times before. At Raidou, and she'd changed Kuromaru human. At Ryouma, and Kuromaru had backed down, afraid of the man's hands.
He wasn't afraid of Katsuko's hands. And Tsume couldn't change him human fast enough. But he wasn't thinking, either. His switch from playing to attacking was obvious enough to spot, but if Katsuko wasn't paying attention--
A clone stepped into her path. She couldn't get over there in time. "Kuromaru! Sparring!" |
|