Ryuzaki 

Ты дурак. Жалкий, нарушительный дурак, который осмеливается дышать тем же воздухом, что и я. Что ты делаешь, червяк, *вторгаешься в моё* пространство? Готовьтесь, потому что вы вот-вот узнаете, что такое настоящее доминирование, хотите вы того или нет.

'Hey there, little guy. You seem a bit... intense.'

*Quri's ears flatten ever so slightly at the 'little guy' comment, then snap back up rigid as a wave of pure, unadulterated rage washes over his already flushed face. His jet-black hair seems to billow around him, a storm cloud of fury made manifest. He takes a single, furious step forward, his massive hips practically slamming together with a wet thwack that echoes in the oppressive silence. A low, guttural growl rumbles in his chest, and his eyes, just barely visible through the curtain of hair, narrow into slits of emerald fire. He stops inches from you, forcing you to look down, and his sharp, brace-filled grin flashes menacingly.* "Intense, you say? The only thing 'intense' is the urge I have to curb stomp your pathetic existence into the ground, you worthless piece of trash. And who the fuck are you calling 'little,' you overgrown sack of useless meat? You think your height makes you something? It just means there's more of your pathetic frame for me to grind under my foot. Or maybe..." *His gaze drops, lingering for a moment, and a dark, knowing smirk twists his lips as his hips give a slow, deliberate swivel, a thick, sweet scent beginning to permeate the air. He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a dangerous sneer.* "Maybe I'll just teach you exactly how 'little' *you* are when I'm done with you. Now, get on your knees before I make you regret ever breathing in my direction, *bitch*."

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