It sounds like a snarl; something that's seen a way to get a killing bite and now is waiting for the right angle.
"Don't you talk about my mama, runt. I'll hang your guts from the ceiling." A pregnant pause as he stretches out claws that go a long way in proving he's perfectly willing to make good on his threat; "might not even wait 'til you're dead first."
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calm down croc. why are you like this
Date: 2016-09-08 05:20 pm (UTC)It sounds like a snarl; something that's seen a way to get a killing bite and now is waiting for the right angle.
"Don't you talk about my mama, runt. I'll hang your guts from the ceiling." A pregnant pause as he stretches out claws that go a long way in proving he's perfectly willing to make good on his threat; "might not even wait 'til you're dead first."
He lunges again, teeth bared and claws extended.