Cerulean Cape Cause for hate and a cause for ending, it sounds so easy

His teeth raked down her cheek and the hint of blood on his tongue stoked his reckless fire as her words were drowned out by the clash of teeth and snarling; not that he would have been able to provide her a concise and sensible answer anyway.

There was much wrong with Raptor.

Normally careful about preserving his hide, the sable corsair pressed his assault with abandon and her fangs split his nose and brow, scoring his face and bleeding him as he crowded in to her. He snapped and lunged brutally, heedlessly determined to find purchase on her snout, her leg, her neck — anything within his reach that might assist his mortal goal of wrangling her to the sand beneath her feet.

He was the most dangerous of assailants: one who fought with nothing to lose.