Emberwood we don't need a rat

so sorry for the wait, fade? <3

It cut teeth along his shoulders and leg. Some deeper than others, but the boy only found heightened adrenaline with each snap of teeth on his flesh.

He thrashed with its scruff, grappling down harder when it felt it might free itself.

Marston's only saving grace was it already being injured, already worn down by a fighter maybe better than the boy. He missed a nape when the thing had become jarred by a blow from The Big Man.

Teeth met a jugular and the rest was history, marked down in the increasingly violent story of Marston.