Ronon stood stock still as he tried to locate them, straining every one of his senses in the hopes that something would give. The sound of her scream was still echoing in his ears, the desperation of it was like claws in his throat. Finally he heard her scream his name “RONON! RONON! PLEASE! I’m here! HERE!” He darted to his right, racing towards the sound of her cry. Fear gripped his belly as he spotted movement under the last train car. He changed direction, turning sharply to the left and sending gravel up in his wake. Snarling, he dove under the train car, slamming himself into the now human panther as he tried to bolt away. Tthe mans actions didn't register in Ronon's brain, the fact that he had released Lyla, shifted into his defenseless naked body and was now retreating with all haist. All Ronon could think about was the fact that he had stolen his female, had bloodied her hide and caused her fear!
Fat paws lashed out while he was still running, slapping at bare legs in an attempt to trip the man up. Slap, Slap, SLAP! His paw finally caught the mans ankle at the right point in his stride, sending him sprawling to the dirt. The mans body had hardly stopped slidding in the dirt before Ronon was on him, his massive size pinning him to the ground. He was massive for a linx, almost double the average size. But then his human mass had to go somewhere, all 185 pounds of it.
He leaned down, his breath hot and wet against the mans neck. It took all his self control not to snap the mans neck, instead he hissed in the mans face. Growling a warning not to move or he might forget he wasn't going to kill this man...
Sometimes I feel like Jesse James
Still tryin' to make a name
Knowing nothing's gonna change what I am
I was a young troubadour
when I rode in on a song
I'll be an old troubadour
when I'm gone
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