Greatwater Lake roped up, rat in a cage

“So, let me get this fucking straight,” Daighre started. His tail lashed and his ears rolled back tight against his head.
 
“You’re the one who decided to throw your shitty fucking emotions at me, when I didn’t fucking ask.” Seriously, she fucked up and got the absolute shit beat out of her. Big fucking deal. “And you’re the one who decided to throw a shitty fucking tantrum when I didn’t, what? Come running over to kiss your fucking booboos and tell you everything was gonna be okay?”
 
He thought she was tougher than that, but clearly fucking not, with her stupid woe is me bullshit.
 
“And you’re the fucking psycho who decided it was okay to attack me when I had my back turned.” Like a shitty fucking, snivelling coward. “And you’re the one who threatened to let me fucking drown if I didn’t promise to follow you and do whatever you say.”
 
He stepped back.
 
Sneered at her, his eyes full of unbridled hate and the corner of his upper lip peeled back, his white teeth on display while he looked down at her from the bridge of his muzzle.
 
“And I’m the fucked up one? I’m the one who doesn’t know how to interact with people properly?”