                   ;; @deathreflected -- cont.
The subject itself was enough to put the creature in a place of discomfort. Talking of his misfortune and past mistakes -- it roused only sour thoughts ( those of self-loathing and blame against those in his life ) . So forgive him as he huffs and turns slightly away from the composer. Broad shoulders appear hunched and a great horned head hangs low. His paws hang at his side, digits twitching, as if the Beast were itching to lash at something ( to tear and destroy ) .
As Erik speaks, however, he finds his attention recaptured -- torn away from his own dismal thoughts, as it were. He turns his neck so to better face the man, only for his eyes to find traces of a tickled smirk beginning to form upon his face. Immediately, the coarse fur down his neck begins to stand on end and lip curls lightly ( just the characteristics that remind a rabbit to stray far from wolves ) . The deep rumble of a growl seems stuck in his throat as he suppresses it, in some poor attempt to control his temper.
The very tone in the faux-phantomâs voice does little to encourage this exercise. The Beast feels vexed with Erikâs response and, in extension, his presence. A scowl forms totally on his countenance and he leans forward only slightly. Surprsingly low in volume, sonorous and monstrous voice sounds then in accusation :
   â Do you mock me? âÂ
