11-02-2020, 01:03 AM
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BUT I’M OVER IT NOW
[sub][W]isker[/sub]
graphic gore ★ genderfluid ★ vulture to mutated winged wolf
A vulture circled overhead, a black blot against the blue sky. The circles closed, tighter and tighter, until the vulture dropped closer and closer to the Pitt’s side of the border. Black feathers drifted to the sand, and the vulture grew to the size of a wolf. The vulture’s beak landed between Fourthwall’s paws, oozing black pus and congealed blood.
“You look interesting,” Vale purred, vis paws touching down on the sand. “Have we met? No. I would remember someone like you. I can already tell.”
The wolf fluttered vis wings as the bones cracked and popped, moving down to a comfortable spot between shoulders and midback. After lifting a paw, the wolf scratched at the side of vis face, ripping skin and flesh away with every tug. “I am Vale Aston. I would be ardent here, if Gael had the balls to accept my challenge. Haha! Don’t tell him I said that, because—oh my god, you won’t believe this, Becky—I think he likes to pretend I was joking each and every time.”
The flesh piled into a heap between Vale’s paws. One side of the bandit’s face fell away entirely, leaving a white bonehead beneath. The other side of Vale’s face grinned at the hellhoud.
Between Stryker’s last reign and Gael’s ascension, Vale had known no home but the wilds. The bandit hungered for freedom above all else, and wandering as a violent outsider suited ver splendidly. Ve should’ve done this a long time ago, but the shapeshifter had wasted time in Elysium with vis brother—watching and supporting him as he ascended to leadership. But Clarence disappeared one day, and nothing shackled Vale to order any longer.
“And what is your name? Something tells me you’re already familiar with this place, hmm?” Vale’s head tilted sharply to the right, and two eye sockets formed in the exposed skull. Blood leaked out of the new openings, dripping down to vis paws, as a red eye formed in each. Vale sighed, raised a paw, and licked the back clean.
YOU NEVER TRUSTED ME ★ “You look interesting,” Vale purred, vis paws touching down on the sand. “Have we met? No. I would remember someone like you. I can already tell.”
The wolf fluttered vis wings as the bones cracked and popped, moving down to a comfortable spot between shoulders and midback. After lifting a paw, the wolf scratched at the side of vis face, ripping skin and flesh away with every tug. “I am Vale Aston. I would be ardent here, if Gael had the balls to accept my challenge. Haha! Don’t tell him I said that, because—oh my god, you won’t believe this, Becky—I think he likes to pretend I was joking each and every time.”
The flesh piled into a heap between Vale’s paws. One side of the bandit’s face fell away entirely, leaving a white bonehead beneath. The other side of Vale’s face grinned at the hellhoud.
Between Stryker’s last reign and Gael’s ascension, Vale had known no home but the wilds. The bandit hungered for freedom above all else, and wandering as a violent outsider suited ver splendidly. Ve should’ve done this a long time ago, but the shapeshifter had wasted time in Elysium with vis brother—watching and supporting him as he ascended to leadership. But Clarence disappeared one day, and nothing shackled Vale to order any longer.
“And what is your name? Something tells me you’re already familiar with this place, hmm?” Vale’s head tilted sharply to the right, and two eye sockets formed in the exposed skull. Blood leaked out of the new openings, dripping down to vis paws, as a red eye formed in each. Vale sighed, raised a paw, and licked the back clean.
BUT I’M OVER IT NOW
[sub][W]isker[/sub]