#jagwar

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H Drabbles V: Cuts.

By: Yawar.

Fandom: Mighty Mutanimals.

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Space worms. Born out of a meteorite egg. Slimy bodies that disguise fangs and barbs sharp as steel. Miraculously, thankfully, not poisonous. Malignoid Worms, charmingly called. All were supposed to be dead. But it seemed at least two survived, no doubt late hatchers. So it was perhaps convenient, perhaps the opposite, that they happened to be on the path of Jagwar and Dreadmon when they were merely exploring the rainforest in search of a nearby water hole.

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The Malignoids lay in pieces, their bodies already drying up. Soon they'd be buried. So that they'd be fully consumed by the earth itself.

The two mutants had come out mostly unscathed from the battle. Except for a flurry of cuts and slashes.

Finally on the water hole itself, they each removed his garments carefully.

Dreadmon shook his head: "Way too much red, assuming I look the way you do --and from the feel of things, we are."

Jagwar sighed as he waded into the fresh water. "Yes, well. Might as well wash up."

It did not sting nearly so much as Dreadmon would've thought. He did muse aloud: "Sometimes I wonder how clean this is."

Jagwar, who by then had waded in shoulder-deep, glanced back to say: "For humans, it'd probably be high risk. For us it should be fine. Immunne system surpassing both humans' and animals', just about." He swam closer to Dreadmon. "I can whip up something to help with the pain, though!"

"Doesn't really hurt that much..."

Nevertheless by the time they got out and lay on large boulders to sun themselves dry, Dreamon moved to rest on his right side, closer to Jagwar. Some of the cuts could still be seen up close. "I can think of a quicker way to nurse these," he said. "If you don't mind getting a bit I guess weird."

Jagwar grinned. "Never once minded 'weird'. What did you have in mind, friend?"

He had extended his hand for this. Dreadmon took it. Leaned in closer and licked the inside of Jagwar's elbow, the small laceration close to the gap. The taste was rather... funky.

Jagwar let out a small chuckle. "Ah, that! Well, then, come here!" He did a small leap, one of this feline traits. Returned the favor by mouthing Dreadmon's right shoulder, then licking the back.

There wasn't exactly pain from it, more like a spike similar to small electric shocks. The two looked at each other in the eye. Breathed in, out. Touched noses. Touched tongues. Held each other for a long, long time.

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Later they were resting on the shore. Still holding each other, reluctant to pull apart and get dressed.

Until Jagwar said: "...that is one way to get your mind off of pain, certainly!"

"And probably as addictive as painkillers," said Dreadmon. "But so much better."