[ That one brutal, iron-clawed swipe is stumped short into more of a brain-rattling swat, murderous intent jolted off track by an odd tug at Jorah’s bottom. The woolly handle of his tail tucks in, and he bolsters, clambering, upright, foreclaws braced wide to the splintered bar top.
A diesel grunt labors under his ribs -- a low, belching bass rumble muffled by muscle and fur, still alive in Rincewind’s grip when the bear swings its head around to see.
Flecks of wood sink down on drool cables; the longer he looks -- the longer he looks. There’s no rising tension, or collapse of hostilities. Blood mingled with saliva has spined thick into the ruff around his throat, where an old scar carves a familiar trackway up under his jaw. Grey muscle stands out under the mangy hide of his left forearm, deep cracks cragged into the flesh there.
A thrown bottle that goes arcing between them sees his hanging jaw snapped shut, and his hackles lift in a sticky crest.
The state of the crowd only just now seems to have registered.
On the torn side of murderous, one eye on Rincewind, he leans to reach blindly after where he last caught a glimpse of terrified Targaryen. Like maybe the wizzard won’t notice if he gets a quick murder in before things really get out of hand. ]
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A diesel grunt labors under his ribs -- a low, belching bass rumble muffled by muscle and fur, still alive in Rincewind’s grip when the bear swings its head around to see.
Flecks of wood sink down on drool cables; the longer he looks -- the longer he looks. There’s no rising tension, or collapse of hostilities. Blood mingled with saliva has spined thick into the ruff around his throat, where an old scar carves a familiar trackway up under his jaw. Grey muscle stands out under the mangy hide of his left forearm, deep cracks cragged into the flesh there.
A thrown bottle that goes arcing between them sees his hanging jaw snapped shut, and his hackles lift in a sticky crest.
The state of the crowd only just now seems to have registered.
On the torn side of murderous, one eye on Rincewind, he leans to reach blindly after where he last caught a glimpse of terrified Targaryen. Like maybe the wizzard won’t notice if he gets a quick murder in before things really get out of hand. ]