Title:Blood
Summary:Angua muses on blood and fights her inner wolf. (Or possibly her inner human, depending on which way you see it).
Disclaimer:Everything in this belongs to Terry Pratchett.
Sergeant Angua, werewolf, Ankh Morpork city watch leant against the wall, gasping slightly, trying to regain control as the stench of warm, fresh blood hit her. As she rested her head on her crossed arms and blinked several times, staring down at the ankle deep water now streaked and swirled with crimson blood, she tried to regain control over her inner monster, wrestling it back into its cage as she concentrated on being human. Two arms, two legs, two opposable thumbs and hair only on her head.
The smell was becoming unbearable now, the blood not stopping, staining her pale skin red, dark impossible red. It was too close to the full moon for this, too hard to resist the urges that the pull of the moon exerted on her. Desperately she thought about Carrot, hoping to remind her body that she really wanted to be human for their date this evening. That seemed to help and she stood up straight, her sodden hair sticking to her face and shoulders.
As she stepped out of the bath and wrapped herself in a towel she patted her ankle dry and free of blood making a mental note never to shave her legs this close to the full moon ever again.
AN: Thank you for reading this! It was just a really odd idea that popped into my head when I nicked my ankle with a razor blade. I don't know whether women on the disc shave their legs, butI am willing to bet that if they have access to a razor blade then they do.