don't want to die without any scars

The little noise that the man made as Morgawr lunged at him almost made her smile; she'd surprised him. Not such a big tough guy now, she thought. Her teeth caught the edge of one of his ears, and she could taste blood on her tongue. He pulled away, leaving her with a scrap of cartilage to spit out. Disgusting creature, he was.

But he was definitely fierce if not elegant, striking back with sharp teeth and ripping into her cheek and the side of her face. Blood splattered on the ground before Morgawr even realized what had happened, and though she knew it should not have been any sort of priority in this situation, her first thought was simply that the wound would ruin her pretty face. She pulled away on instinct, becoming even more aware of the frantic thumping of her heart, coursing her life's blood around her body. And if her neck was more than a little unguarded as she made this realization, well...

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