[ The blood scent is even stronger up close, enticing and intense, and beneath it Flat's scent. Even fresher, hot blood under his skin. Waver lands right on his chest, claws digging into Flat's shoulders and pinning him to the ground with his weight, one knee in the boy's stomach.
His mouth opens wide, fangs flashing, long and wicked.
Waver throws his weight forward, trying to pin Flat more securely so he can't get the knife high enough. One clawed hand lashes out to grab Flat's wrist and twist it up, head bending low to try to sink his fangs into the soft flesh of his forearm.
Between his animal instincts, Turnskin strength, and the muscle memory he's starting to build with Geralt's training, Waver's a lot faster and more efficient than Flat might be used to. ]
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His mouth opens wide, fangs flashing, long and wicked.
Waver throws his weight forward, trying to pin Flat more securely so he can't get the knife high enough. One clawed hand lashes out to grab Flat's wrist and twist it up, head bending low to try to sink his fangs into the soft flesh of his forearm.
Between his animal instincts, Turnskin strength, and the muscle memory he's starting to build with Geralt's training, Waver's a lot faster and more efficient than Flat might be used to. ]