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He waited – for her to bound off, for her to attempt escape, for a rising, tempestuous whim to come flickering back into their impulses and inclinations. Instead, she seemed incredibly deliberate, as if ensuring his predacious schemes that she intended to follow through on her words, but his expectations were still dubious, cynical, and skeptical; distrust written on the slate of his convictions and gaze. As the beast, he walked behind her, a nudge of fangs granted or given if she hesitated; imploring her to venture back all the way to the jail cell, when, and only when, he could shift back into his human form, reattempt handcuffs, locks, and keys. If she needed more encouragement, a growl might rankle from the depths of his lungs, bestial, barbaric, foreboding promises of disaster if she gave it another trial.
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