My stern- gaze, probing expressionless look , unpleasant words , high pitch retorts are those essential ingredients which helps me in masking me and my pure sensitive emotional humane , 'not ready to really harm' face . I will not gang up with those cunnings, even if I am alone , not even at the risk of my life. 
And if my honour or dignity or selfhood is at risk , I have the ultimate choice not to be with this body. You or any body can rule , govern or command my this body and never me , minehood , myself , my soul , conscience
I appear pouncing or trouncing , bang-banging so that I may not have to indulge in real harm to any body even for self defence.
The weak survives not because the enemies have spared but because he, the lowest in the food chain managed trickily.
Begging for kindness has no meaning at all.
Purer you are , risks target you , that too most cunningly in a united way.
All the impurities attack in a most cannibalisticly planned and organised manner.
I take this unpleasant guise . I bank upon this trick .
I do not want to be tapped or trapped by you to be sacrificed like a lamb.
I love my wolfish , foxlike , jackalshape look.