[ Activated when it was pissed upon is a novel scenario, even for Geralt. He gathers a few more of its chunks into a pile. Seems unwise to leave it where others could stumble across it. He isn't sure it was ever meant to be found.
A frown etches into his brows. He is no stranger to the twisted horrors humans can create, but it's never the most pleasant of encounters. This creature—it can't be the only one. Can it? Are there more? Are they still making more? Ones that they find valuable enough not to abandon?
His gaze flicks to Dean, then Jaskier. He lets the bard take his arm. The wound is minimal—by his standards—but it isn't until he looks at it that he realizes the gash burns deeper than it ought to. The skin around it is red, hot to the touch.
Must've been something in those spikes.
He sighs. Not this again. ] Do name it before Dean does.
[ He's learnt his lesson. He trusts in Jaskier's name than he does Dean. They do not need another Geralt Junior in existence. ]
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A frown etches into his brows. He is no stranger to the twisted horrors humans can create, but it's never the most pleasant of encounters. This creature—it can't be the only one. Can it? Are there more? Are they still making more? Ones that they find valuable enough not to abandon?
His gaze flicks to Dean, then Jaskier. He lets the bard take his arm. The wound is minimal—by his standards—but it isn't until he looks at it that he realizes the gash burns deeper than it ought to. The skin around it is red, hot to the touch.
Must've been something in those spikes.
He sighs. Not this again. ] Do name it before Dean does.
[ He's learnt his lesson. He trusts in Jaskier's name than he does Dean. They do not need another Geralt Junior in existence. ]