<span style="font-size: 15px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00"><i>Even tho he angry and afraid of her at the same time, the uneasiness that pledged him that nervousness, he felt, slowly started to vanish from him. As he had found her, or rather she came to him. However, at this time, he did not yet realize this. He was also angry at her for just how.... 'Calm'... She was...</i><br/>
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<i>Hearing her tell him to go take a seat, that was the last thang he wanted was to take a seat and be calm. Perhaps it was the fear he felt or something else within him he yet to know about, that drove him to do as she asked and took a seat at the kitchen table. His eyes never seemed to leave her. Once seated he barked at her, a bit less intensely than before but still in an angered voice." There now speak, what did you do to me, and what are you? No human could have healed that fast from the wounds I saw on you."</i></span></span>