05-12-2022, 02:11 PM
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BUT I’M OVER IT NOW
[sub][W]isker[/sub]
graphic gore ★ genderfluid ★ 3-eyed cheetah
“Hmm, death? I don’t know. I don’t really die—can’t, actually, it’s a curse.” Xe shrugged, rolling xyr red eyes as if this weren’t a fact which tormented xem across decades (centuries?). “But if you’re asking if the rotting hurts? It doesn’t. Perhaps it did, before I mastered the skill of shapeshifting until it looks like a talent. But I don’t remember if it ever did.”
Xyr red eyes followed the cheetah as she pawed at the corpse. Longingly? Her tone didn’t change much—so monotone, this one—but xe believed she genuinely wanted what she claimed to want.
“I don’t remember being fully alive,” Vale whispered. Xyr speaking volume had dropped; this was the painful part of the curse. “You remember what you want to forget, and forget what you want to remember. This fact holds true whether you’re alive or undead.”
But the mutated feline straightened up, flicking a leathery wing with a performer’s flourish. “Well, you seem more at home in the rotting filth than most of the undead ever will. Perhaps you’re right. Maybe becoming undead will make you happy.”
Xyr head tilted a tad to the right as xe thought it over. “And maybe I can grant your wish. I can possess your body and shapeshift it into gore, as I’ve done with this skin. But if you’re not willing to let me in, then perhaps simply eating a limb will suffice. Strange things have happened to those who eat of my flesh.”
YOU NEVER TRUSTED ME ★ Xyr red eyes followed the cheetah as she pawed at the corpse. Longingly? Her tone didn’t change much—so monotone, this one—but xe believed she genuinely wanted what she claimed to want.
“I don’t remember being fully alive,” Vale whispered. Xyr speaking volume had dropped; this was the painful part of the curse. “You remember what you want to forget, and forget what you want to remember. This fact holds true whether you’re alive or undead.”
But the mutated feline straightened up, flicking a leathery wing with a performer’s flourish. “Well, you seem more at home in the rotting filth than most of the undead ever will. Perhaps you’re right. Maybe becoming undead will make you happy.”
Xyr head tilted a tad to the right as xe thought it over. “And maybe I can grant your wish. I can possess your body and shapeshift it into gore, as I’ve done with this skin. But if you’re not willing to let me in, then perhaps simply eating a limb will suffice. Strange things have happened to those who eat of my flesh.”
BUT I’M OVER IT NOW
[sub][W]isker[/sub]