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"ꜰɪʀsᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇs ᴀʀᴇ sᴛᴜᴘɪᴅ" ᴠᴀsǫᴜᴇᴢ. ([personal profile] vaqueros) wrote in [community profile] cowbabes 2020-07-10 06:04 am (UTC)

[ The risk of hitting Faraday is more than enough to stay Vasquez's hand. He's a hell of a shot, but he knows the kind of long-lasting effects a silver bullet could have on his traveling companion.

He's not about to roll those dice when he has other options.

Growling, fury building, Vasquez stuffs his gun back into its holster and quickly closes the distance between him and the raging, flying fur. Just as Butch latches onto Faraday's leg, as that howl pierces the night air, Vasquez grabs a fistful of Butch's scruff. His claws elongate instantly, piercing through layers of fur and flesh.

A startled yelp makes Butch release Faraday, and he immediately rounds on Vasquez with a wild flail. Sharp teeth graze Vasquez's thigh without finding purchase, and Vasquez bodily hauls Butch away from Faraday. Butch skids across the dusty sand, scrambling to get his paws back under him – but instead of leaping back at Vasquez or Faraday, he starts retreating, ears pinned to his skull, teeth bared and hackles raised without taking his eyes off of them. ]

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