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8| TAT PLZ. CONTROL URSELF.

Veracious, lurid eyes never left the svelte female, instinct rearing its ugly head within him as seconds ticked on by. It was out of kindness that he did not attack her as she gazed upon their felled foe, taking in the pronghorn's features and the many scars littering his hide. Tatsuya quelled the desire to do the same. Only when she ran for the hills would he admire this baronial, plucky antelope. She sat down and his jaws clicked shut. Tick, tock. Her inquisitive stare met his heated one.
INDENTShe was...rather pretty. More aesthetically pleasing to the eye than the coquettish Rosalyn, and that was something. What was it about this one that elicited that all too familiar burning in his gut? Was it the jet, disobedient fur that feathered her nape? Was it her slim, muscular figure? Her narrow waist? Her long legs? The scars adorning her cheek? Or was it her green (and...is that plum?) eyes? Tatsuya could not decide which feature he liked best. D. All of the above. Infatuation aside, Amekaze was an uninvited guest at the dinner table. Last he tried to woo a female, it ended badly. This time, however, there was no way Tonravik would come strutting onto the scene. She was busy tending to her young.
INDENTLooking away with a growl, he stared at the antelope's perforated and torn throat. He was a male coming into his prime and he had no children to call his own. Disappointing and infuriating. He would be four years old come November. It was getting around time to settle down. Four years was still relatively young, true, but...if he was to have children, he wanted to be around for them as long as possible. To watch them grow and mature. To witness them developing their own personalities. To nuture and to love them wholly, no matter what.
INDENTTatsuya sighed...and lunged for Amekaze, head snapping up and jaws splitting wide. Leave. Now. Else she would join in on the pronghorn's fate.