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mahler was choked with a fury that shocked the more reasonable parts of himself; it was a veritable deluge of hatred dredged from some misbegotten place deep within him. the cold gleam of it burned knifelike in his hard lavender gaze as the dappled wolf gathered himself to broad paws and bristled a growl beyond the bruised feel of his throat.
the logic applied by the other could no longer penetrate the recesses of mahler's primality; he snarled a challenge and let tongue glisten on teeth before lunging forward on stiff legs to snap at the other again.