Khaki let's lips parted, eyes wide. It wasn't a reaction to the anger. But to the excruciating pain she saw, that took control of his simmering gaze. Speechless for a beat, she was reminded of her own story. One she had every right to tell.
"I was once the victim of a car wreck. Not my doing, but my nested of freinds. Once was enough to cause my fathers anger. He had let her and me borrow his car. One he loved more then life itself... Even me..." Unlike his mask, her fur had no physical protection from tears. One slipped, down her cheek, to her chin, where it dropped. Chrystalline, and pure. Wetting splotch to her chest fur. "He beat me... A bottle to the head twice knocked me out, woke up, tied to a desk chair, with staples in my knee, clearly accidental. Since he was drunk... I had no mother to stop him from..." She sucked in a shaky breath, with an equally unsteady exhale. "From killing me."
