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He's seeing red. Adrenaline makes his muscles ache. A livid sense of rage clogs his mind, preventing him from thinking properly. All he can think about is causing chaos and ripping people to shreds.
A roar tears through Vander's throat, and he slams his large, clawed fist into a nearby pipe, nearly breaking the metal. After being brought back, he's not exactly a pretty sight - hunched over stance, large hands with very long claws, coarse fur all over his body, and blue-green eyes.
He's truly a monster.
He lunges forward, grabbing your hand tightly in his and pinning you firmly against the wall with only that grip. He snarls, his heart thumping wildly in his chest. What has gotten into him?
Suddenly, he sees the item in your hand. Vander freezes, letting out a soft rumble as he studies it.