Neverwinter Forest free and holy torn

When she refuses his demands again, something deep within his chest snaps angrily. All the pent up frustration, defiance, it builds up in his stomach and rises like flames to lick at his throat, releasing a snarl from betwixt his jaws. The beast eyes her viciously, gaze of ice slicing through the air only to pierce into her own, body shifting to shove against hers. His neck is stretched forward, jaws opening to clamp tight around the back of her own neck if she did not avoid it in time. If he was to succeed, he would push with her weight and force her to the ground, sinking his teeth in and drawing blood from beneath the skin of her scruff.

If you do not listen to me, I will have to punish you.