[ It isn't just in Fenris's mind. His new claws are sharper than his gauntlets, sink into dead flesh even more readily than if it were living. Earlier, Rafe had panicked at the lack of pain when those same claws shredded at his skin; that's no longer an issue as pain blooms and he can feel talons scrape along his collarbone worse than nails on a chalkboard. ]
Shit!
[ Fenris put enough force behind the strike to shove him away— And it might've worked... if he weren't caught on those claws. Instead he's left jostled and half-dangling at arm's length, dully dead fingernails uselessly scrabbling at Fenris's scaled arm to get off— no, out —of him as he beads of brackish red water drip down his chest. ]
cw: body dysmorphia, skin horror, implications of past sexual/physical abuse, past slavery, ptsd
Shit!
[ Fenris put enough force behind the strike to shove him away— And it might've worked... if he weren't caught on those claws. Instead he's left jostled and half-dangling at arm's length, dully dead fingernails uselessly scrabbling at Fenris's scaled arm to get off— no, out —of him as he beads of brackish red water drip down his chest. ]