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I'm telling you, the gorgeous of the world can actually look pretty intimidating when they scowl. Imagine a snow-white swan with a scary tattoo holding a chain saw. There's just no way to really prepare for that.
Coward dogs most spend their mouths when what they seem to threaten runs far before them.
If you growl, snarl, bare your teeth, or snap at me I will personally make sure that every time you are in your wolf skin you have the uncontrollable urge to hump any leg that comes your way.
I'm pissed like this rutting beast can't conceive - I'm a lifetime of pissed, of strong, of muscle built over bruise, I'm slick with power and feel the fight as it changes ...
As it flows ...
... Everything into place, perfect, and I finally do what I was born to do.
I slay.
Contempt and anger of his lip! A murderous guilt
Vlad made a sound too harsh to be a growl. "You won't be satisfied until you've brought me to my knees, is that it?"
"Why not?" It shot out of me with all the recklessness of my still-broken heart. "You brought me to mine.
Talkin' like dogs fightin'," he explained. "Grrrr! Wuff!" He growled, shaking his head in illustration like a dog worrying a rat, and I saw Fergus's shoulders shake in suppressed hilarity. "Scots for sure," I said, trying not to laugh.
Surrounded by a very, very pissed-off face. Not merely angry. Livid. "Excuse me?" I squeak, finding my voice. "Why can't you all just leave me the fuck alone?" The handsome - really handsome - stranger in front of me is shaking in rage, and
() Teeth clenched, she heard herself snarl out words in a voice feral in its savagery (...)
Leash the anger on purpose.
Unleash it when falling apart.
GAWKING IS A LOOK stronger than a stare. The gawk was full of brazen curiosity, pity, and fear, every unattractive human emotion rolled into one unflattering facial expression.
Instinct was clawing at him like an importuning dog.
Creff was visibly agitated by the stranger's appearance at our door. Memory calls to mind the anxious wringing of his hands, resembling two furless pink badgers wrestling for each other's throats ...
Convulsive anger storms at large; or pale
And silent, settles into full revenge.
Clouseau: Does yer dewg bite? Inn Keeper: No Clouseau: Nice Doggy (bends down to pet a dachshund - it snarls and bites him) I thought you said yer dewg did not bite! Inn Keeper: Zat ... iz not my dog!
I gave the wretched beast a look that said plainly I'll deal with you later.
He flicked his tail at me, cat-speak for Do I look like I'm bothered?
A spark of defiance flickered over his face.
Grinning like a necrophiliac in a morgue.
She hated seeing monsters smile. Monsters should growl and snarl and be done with the pretenses.
sometimes decided to be truculent and unyielding, like a grouchy toddler -
Oh, that dog! Ever hear of a German Shepherd that bites its nails? Barks with a lisp? You say, "Attack!" And he has one. All he does is piddle. He's nothing but a fur-covered kidney that barks.
a glorious laughing ecstasy of rage.
A sound of cornered-animal fear and hate and surrender and defiance ... like the last sound the treed and shot and falling animal makes as the dogs get him, when he finally doesn't care about anything but himself and his dying.
verb swon to swear, derivative of swannee I swan, raising kids is like being pecked to death by a chicken
An angry look on the face is wholly against nature. If it be assumed frequently, beauty begins to perish, and in the end is quenched beyond rekindling.
be aggressive, BE-BE Aggressive! B-E
A-G-G-R-E-S-S-I-V-E
I have described, in the second chapter, the gait and appearance of a dog when cheerful, and the marked antithesis presented by the same animal when dejected and disappointed, with his head, ears, body, tail, and chops drooping, and eyes dull.
So ... he started to say. The dog statues bared their teeth and growled. Percy froze. Normally he liked dogs, but these glared at him with ruby eyes. Their fangs looked sharp as razors.
His cheek twitched. With Jeremy, this was the equivalent of an emotional outburst.
Human Nature Baby, grab it and growl.
A sarcastic expression, on a beast, is far more sinister than rage.
...causing her eyes to bulge and her tongue to flick from behind her luscious lips, scaring away insects." - Amok 2015
A dull animal rage boiled within him.
His nostrils flared, he was breathing like a picadored bull.
He gasped in terror at what sounded like a man trying to gargle while fighting off a pack of wolves.
The delicate sensitivity of a frightened rattlesnake.
What are you going to do? (Angelia)
I ought to rip your throat out. But lucky for you, I'm just a dumb animal and killing for revenge isn't in my nature. Killing to protect myself and those in my pack is another story. You'd do well to remember that. (Fury)
Swelling in anger or sparkling in glee.
Dancing cheek to cheek.
vomiting the crying
Rivers of wrinkles flowing down from the corners of this eyes and mouth.
Of all facial expressions, which is the worst to have aimed at you? Wouldn't you agree it's disgust?
I, a Laconian dog, can bite again: Yes, I can make the Daunian tiger flee, Much more a bragging, foul-mouth'd whelp like thee.
Right now he was having a hell of a time keeping the bear under control. He wanted to roar and tear Massimo limb from limb. He wanted to toss his lifeless body away from Cassie. "Stop the growling, Talen," Gerri snapped. "You scared her into fainting. There's something you don't see every day.
A black pit bull barreled against the fence, jaws dripping with saliva, viciously barking like Old Yeller after the hydrophobia kicked in.
Frustration was my constant companion. I wanted to scream. What the he-eck are we supposed to do now? I asked Fang.
He looked at me, and I could tell he was mulling over the problem. He held out a small waxed-paper bag.
Peanut?
There is no sight so ugly as the human face in anger.
I give you a week, maybe two, before you're driven to bite someone."
"I don't know how to ... to bite or drink! But you could teach me."
"And what could you possibly do in return?" Lothaire waved a negligent hand. "Play football for me? Break in my jeans really well?
He made a tck noise in the back of his throat. It expressed all sorts of annoyance and impatience, with just a smidgen of an implied eye roll.
That's it, he rasped. Hump me. Are you a dog? Are you a dog in heat? You my dog? He slapped me again. Speak, puppy.
Even a cornered rabbit will fight with teeth and claws.
It has long been known that if you want to see me turn into a raging, snarling beast, then all you have to do is use any combination of the words 'chill out,' 'chilling,' or - my maximum red rag - 'chillax.'
Whoa. Fangs. She had fangs. She leaned in, prodded them a little. Eating with those puppies was going to take some getting used to, she thought. On impulse, she brought up her hands, turned her fingers into claws. Hissed. Cool.
She barked like a dog and crowed like a rooster.
To be furious, is to be frighted out of fear.
Dogs look at you with both eyes open. Emotions on a sleeve, that wagging tail
What are you doing?"
"What I've wanted to do for a long time."
She couldn't move, couldn't think. She was lost in his dark eyes, and as he slowly lowered his head toward hers, she whispered, "Are you going to throttle me, then?"
He was laughing when he kissed her.
When I appear in public people expect me to neigh, grind my teeth, paw the ground and swish my tail - none of which is easy.
When have you looked?" said Sophie.
"Oh, how your rears flap and your long nose twitches", Howl croaked.
Elle, why aren't you afraid of me?" Elle yawned. "What is there to be afraid of?" "My claws, my fangs." Elle snorted. "I am more likely to turn into a were-squirrel than you are to use either of those weapons." "You've
In your anger, zip your lips!
Barking hard work, being a boy.
Sassy the basset hound sat up on the seat and yawned. Her tongue rolled into a long bologna canoe. She did a little shuffle on her front paws and snorted. Maybe it was a friendly greeting. Maybe she was having a doggie coronary.
It is horrid to smirk.
Hissy, hissy, little snakey, Slither on the floor, You be good to Morfin Or he'll nail you to the door.
A countenance more in sorrow than in anger.
Rage twisted his features. He would hurt her now, and badly, she knew that. Crack. The whip made a sound like thunder. The coil took Viserys around the throat and yanked him backward. He went sprawling in the grass, stunned and choking.
You pout like a trout in a drought ... can't get out.
You want to scream, but fish can't shout.
Faraway a leopard barked that high, dissatisfied deep roar it cuts off so sharply, as if its annoyance is too great to express, can only be appeased.
She leaped onto the serpent's head and scratched and growled like a really angry black wig.
Parker, what are you doing?" "Making a funny face in an effort to make you stop staring at me like I murdered your beloved goldfish.
Her face a mask of fury and determination.
Anger is the feeling that makes your mouth work faster than your mind.
exasperating composure.
John Thornton stood over Buck, struggling to control himself, too convulsed with rage to speak. "If you strike that dog again, I'll kill you," he at last managed to say in a choking voice.
Snarl had infiltrated my subconscious. The dream was obviously a sign: he was too enticing to resist.
I smiled, trying to look harmless.
"Don't do that. You'll freak everyone out," he ordered.
I dropped my smile.
"Now you look like you want to eat everyone."
"I do."
"I should smack you." He looked back at the humans. (Tommy & Danny)
I caught one last glimpse of her face, howling something at me.
There were too many vowels in what she said, and they were in an unkind order. ("Substitutions")
He has tasted anger, and he knows he has to control it. He can feel it, waiting to burst from his mouth in a swarm of stinging black flies.
Growlery. When I am out of humour, I come and growl here.
Any dog, you put him in the corner, no matter if they're vicious or not, they're going to bite back.
He mouths something so slowly that his snarling lips articulate the sound of each and every letter, but I read them as though his silent words blast as loud as a battle cry. "Kill her!
As I swallowed the last bite of my bagel, my fear gave way to anger. "And just what the hell did he mean by 'my erratic behavior'?"
Ian just looked at me. Yasha and Calvin stared straight ahead and didn't say a word.
I glared at all of them.
Today the man looked a bit . . . chewed. No, humans wouldn't say "chewed." Frazzled. Was that the human equivalent?
It's hard to look pleasant when anguish is present, and yet it is strictly worth while; Not all of your scowling and fussing and growling can show off your grit like a smile.
He's mad that trusts in the tameness of a wolf.
When anger heats up it folds into fists.
The low, rough sound he emitted at that was infuriating, fascinating. Wait. Was he still growling? Or was he purring? His eyes drifted half closed. He gave her a heavy-lidded, sleepy, sensual, entirely disingenuous look.
And then the screaming begins.
the senile, lecherous expression of a camel.
Hespe's mouth went firm. She didn't scowl exactly, but it looked like she was getting all the pieces of a scowl together in one place, just in case she needed them in a hurry.
Her bark is worse than her bite.
For, of course, with all animals, including us, to stare is an aggressive act.
Well, there are those who would say it's a form of aggression."
"What is?"
"A surprise.
He stood up straight and looked the world squarely in the fields and hills. To add weight to his words he stuck the rabbit bone in his hair. He spread his arm out wide. "I will go mad!" he annouced.
Her amber eyes burned into mine with all the hate and loathing she could muster. Underneath, though, she was terrified. Hate and loathing didn't bother me, but fear was a powerful emotion. Fear causes the dog to bite and Roze was one bitch.
The black dog snarled. The polecat snapped its teeth and passed gas.
Hurrying, dragging, falling, crying, calling out names hopefully and hopelessly.
His eyes went to predatory mode, following my every movement. The gold flecks in his eyes gleamed.
I was going to have to burn him again. I could see it in his eyes.
Were-cats and their constant need to poke and bat at things.
I'm a raging fucking animal around you." I