Plays eyes her for a moment, a growl threatening to erupt from his throat. The rage told him to toss her against the wall, to pin her with his teeth at her throat until she whimpers in submission and never, ever dares challenge him again. He flexes his fingers, claws twitching as he fights to keep himself under control. His hackles rise and then he slowly lowers them, body shrinking as he returns to being a pink human teenager. Not much taller then average, really.
He bows slowly in respect, "Plays-in-Traffic, Cliath Philodox of the Bone Gnawer Tribe."
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He bows slowly in respect, "Plays-in-Traffic, Cliath Philodox of the Bone Gnawer Tribe."