The Byakko's eyes widened in horror as the girl before him [i]lifted her head right off her shoulders![/i] What the actual fuck?! What the hell kind of monster was she?! He stepped back, his tail fluffed up and bristling like a feather duster of fear. What was wrong with her?! How was she still even alive?! What was that smoke rising up from the stump of her neck. However, the horror he felt then as she reattached her head was nothing compared to when she suddenly focused on his own neck, talking about pulling his own head! What?! Had his signs somehow been horribly misconstrued? Whatever, he had to show that he wasn't some headless freak!

He was embarrassed and humiliated, but without any other means to communicate, he had to show them. He pulled down his turtleneck all the way to his collar bone, exposing the horrific scars on his throat. Angry and red, it was clear to see the old puncture wounds of fangs along the edges of his windpipe, the violent slashes more violent further down, resulting in a blackened old wound where his voice box would be. His face was red as he quickly pulled his collar back up, hiding the terrible scars. For added measure, he made a zipping motion across his mouth, hoping that the obvious signs would get across the fact the he was mute.