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Fury paused as a black male started approaching her. 
The low growl from his throat made her hackles raise along her spine, and she let out a guttural, loud snarl that would thunderclap over him with the dominance and authority of a god.

Her fierce amber gaze speared into him with a murderous warning as she charged him a few paces, tail flagged stiff and high above her hips as she halted, teeth fully bared.

Back off.  The nonverbal warning would electrocute the air with its severity. 

The Warqueen would halt her course only a few mere yards from the brazen bastard, but only once. 
Only once would she stop to give him the chance to think it all through. 
Did he really want to risk his life today? 

If he continued, she would give him no other choice but to fight for his life.