there's a flaw in my design

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"Haunter," he rumbled quickly, in that voice of his that was far too raspy to have been used much in his life. He had decided not to move, because getting riled up might make him lose control. He'd go into a blind fit and there was no telling who he would hurt or how long it would last. He breathed thickly, taking in the male's dominant stance and instinctively wanting to challenge it. The knowledge that he shouldn't kept his violence in check.

His long spine prickled slightly, and he did not return the question. His eyes swiveled back and forth for a moment, as if he were looking for an escape, but they returned resolutely to the face of the fine timber before him. He seemed to concentrate and his eyes seemed less wide, crazed. The tip of his lank tail wiggled minutely: I'm no harm.