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"Heh, yes Jamal's been quite busy. Murdering two guards and then crashing a Jeep into Ambrose's duplex." Richard snarled at his paper. Why was it so hard to just write that down? It was all in his journals, after all, this should be a simple task.

At the mention of Billy, Richard's left arm crept up to cover his chest, it ached now that he had been reminded of the wound. He managed to keep his face straight, but some color drained from his cheeks. He coughed into the back of his hand. "Yes, well, he deserved what he got.

Richard closed the notebook with a snap and sighed. "Newsletter isn't getting done at this rate. I don't have enough time." He tucked the notebook under his legs and leaned back against the tree. It was a perfect fit between his tentacles and was really enjoying being able to lean on something like that. Its strange what you miss.

He found the little noise she made somewhat comical, and chuckled a bit. "The tentacle was his own god damn fault. He did that to himself." He still didn't understand how the hell it had happened. "Just bizaar."

Richard looked at her quizzically, as the tone of her voice had suddenly started dripping venom. Still, her line was amusing enough to bring a smirk to Richard's face. "Well I do suppose, it wasn't the best place to fish. But poor ol' Billy failed to notice a two inch bobber, and instead of telling me about the hook he tries to swim away with a hook in him." Richard shrugs, "Now if you'd like in explain to me how a hook that's yay big," Richard indictates the size of the hook which was about a inch and a half long, "Can lop off a limb thats three times its size. I'm all ears." Richard hmpfed and crossed his arms. Inspecting Maryke's eyes. Why was she all prickly anyway?

The tentacles, which before were rather lazly curling around the tree trunk, snapped into a striking position so fast they made whistling sound. His eyes narrowed, and his nostrils flared slightly. She had been talking to Billy that was for sure, of course she had also perhaps expected it from their last encounter.

Still, she hadn't actually stepped over the line that Billy had, but Richard did not care for Maryke's tone in the least. "I'm male, no matter what happens." The sentence ended with a growl of warning. The tentacle's quivered.

As Maryke went up into the tree Richard stood up to follow her with his eyes. He wanted to follow her, the "prey" into the tree. Unconsciously he reach out if his right hand and drove his claws in to bark, testing the strength of his grip.
Yet he didn't attempt to climb, she was trapped anyway, there wasn't another tree or roof within twenty feet. His tail lashed triumphantly behind him and his stomach growled. Still Richard himself didn't notice his predatory demeanor or thought patterns as abnormal it was part of what he was. What the island had made him.

"It is a fact! They can't just take that away." He sound angry and determined, trying to convince himself that a change in his biological sex just would not effect him who he was. He was just a prisoner of his body. What did he need sex for anyway? He'd been celebrant for over 10 years now. He was Male, and he needed to convince Maryke of that fact.

Richard something give out in his throat, a piece fell away and opened a set of entirely new sounds. When he opened his mouth to scream at Maryke what issued forth were sounds that no human could make, a gutteral roar sawed up through the air, its mence clear enough to the birds nestled in nearby bushes which took to the air with startled squawks.

Seething with anger and frustration Richard fought to find his voice again, coughing growls issued from his throat instead of the words seeked to form.

Richard reached up to jiggle his throat while Maryke was barking. Something popped back into place in his throat, making him sputter into a coughing fit. That had been scary, for a moment there Richard had been afraid he had lost the ability to speak. He shook himself at the thought, pulling his hand from the tree. She had managed to drive him to the brink, putting him in a place where anger had drowned out rationality. A place where he had sworn he would not go. "Why?" His voice was weak, unsteady.

He looked up at her, the tree wasn't all that large, he could still see Maryke through the branches. "Why does it matter to you anyway?" His voice was still raspy, talking over her barks hurt his throat. "I was born a male and I'll die a man. What is just so hard for you to accept that." The words were calmer now, the scare of the loss of control had leeched away Richard's anger for now.