If you’re feeling an electric pulse in the air, you’re probably near a Tatzelwurm.
They know who they are and what they want and they won’t patronise you by being anything but utterly honest. These creatures are highly sociable but will happily retreat to their cave when the company ceases to thrill them.
Lesser beasts apologise and pretend not to know their strength.
Not the Tatzelwurm.
Everything about them is pointed. They’re whip-sharp, all fangs and claws and while the Tatzelwurm will be a beloved friend for life, their words can have the feeling of a cat scratch; hours after being dealt the blow, the wound will still sting. Did you ask for it?
You probably did.
They only assumed you could handle it.
True friends of the hybrid will recognise this as the compliment it is.
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