Walking in on all fours as they entered the lavish cave, Shak'arg let a long, low, feral rumbling ebb from his chest. A sound which spoke of anger and promised pained. His<i>Keeper's</i>touch made the quills in his back bristle, wanting to jerk away, yet only able to snarl all the more. When the serving bitch arrived, however, he reared up to his full height, arms briefly spread to show talons and power, making himself large and dangerous, before settling down to just stand about, hunched and moody...<br/><br/>As the two bitches spoke, he absently tugged at the Ferro-steel weave of his spiked harness, a last ditch control mechanism to keep the beast at bay. His curiosity rewarded with an electrical shock that annoyed more then wounded. Looking about again, his skull split open, teeth bared as he sucked in a deep breath, smelling chemicals and pheromones both exotic and strange... One claw rubbing at his loincloth next, as his face shut again.<br/><br/>Finally,<i>Her</i>thoughts invaded his mind, and the feral mutt tilted his head, looking at the<i>Bitch</i>in charge with the piercing gaze of the one eye on that side of his skull. Chuffing, and rumbling a half-growl which made little sense to the sentient, yet<i>Her</i>prying gave vague half-meanings to... Sounds of hungering for flesh and thirsting for action.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>