Snippet #2717817

As her hand struck his face, she would find that his head didn't move like most other men, though his eyes closed in annoyance, the amber, now glowing orbs opening slowly to stare at the woman as she scolded him like a child, which only angered him further. His lips twitched, his massive canine teeth visible as he growled loudly at her. Within a flash his free hand moved to grab her, aiming to grab her by the neck, hair, collar, breast, arm - whatever he could grab - and begin to squeeze.

His grip would lessen, however, as his attention was captured by the floating images of the woman before him, his hand also loosening its grip on the bar, slowly beginning to either ready itself to grab her like the other hand, or retract into his cell. It was this momentary lapse in rage and action that calmed him down, and Jade began to slowly return to his eyes, which remained glowing as he looked around his body, letting out a few huffs, nostrils flaring and whole body seeming to shrink witch each sharp exhale before returning to its naturally massive size with each inhale. He looked to each of the moments, then to the ground, to Vitas, and assuming his hand was grabbing her, would release her from his grasp, and retract his hand from the space outside his cell as he turned to look around again; seeing the damage he'd done to the place. The broken chair, the bed that was just gone, in the Mirror Dimension, and the shards of wood from the chair after he had slammed it against the ground.

"I did this....." He spoke gently, his soothing bass voice barely above a whisper. His hands began to shake again, and his breathing sped up, labored, agonizing. High-pitched, feral whines escaped his throat as he looked at his still-healing hands. He looked at Vitas and turned his back to her, moving to the corner where his bed normally was, leaning against the wall and sliding down to sit, facing the corner. "Leave." he said. He wasn't requesting or asking her, but demanding she leave him alone. His voice was clear and stable, and he didn't turn to look back at her. He didn't care any more; he just wanted to be left alone.