03-17-2022, 09:18 PM
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BUT I’M OVER IT NOW
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graphic gore ★ genderfluid ★ bonehead hyena
With a rose in vis beak, Vale lands upon a low-hanging branch in the Central Plaza. After several weeks (months? what is time to an immortal?) missing, perhaps a more flashy introduction was in order, but Vale didn’t quite feel like it. The psychotic breaks in the desert because of vis probably-dead ex-boyfriend and probably-dead best friend had finally run their course, but, naturally, Vale neglected to consider ve’d been replaced.
“ATTENTION, OH MY WEIRDOS, YOUR THREE-EYED ARDENT HAS RETURNED!” The rose drops from vis beak.
Ve jumps off the branch and shapeshifted into a bonefaced hyena, snapping the rose out of the air with vis teeth as vis paws land upon the jungle. The smells have changed (more birds?) since ve’d been gone. And there is… more food? The animals walking around look healthier than when Vale left, which implies they finally learned how to care for their frail mortal bodies.
That being said, why does anyone think Vale would give a shit about their “I’m so hungry!” and “I think my wound’s infected?” problems when ve’s a rotting immortal? Vale has been cursed longer than the longest-lived species upon this planet! If mortals need food, they shouldn’t expect Vale to understand or care. Especially if they’re a species that eats multiple times a day. Vale has more important things to worry about, like not accidentally possessing a Pittian’s body because it smells fresh.
“My, my, isn’t this an improvement! Some of y’all have learned to bathe and feed yourselves, must be a miracle worker around here.” Vale’s teeth snap around the rose, devouring it messily. The red petals stuck between vis teeth look, somehow, worse than blood.
“Glad to see my vacation in the desert had the intended affect! See? I was right! No need to bother me for trivial matters such as food and water anymore.” Cackling gleefully, Vale throws back vis head and soaks up the harsh midday sun. See? This is why Vale never bothered to worry while rampaging in the desert; nothing can go wrong if you don’t bother to plan anything good.
YOU NEVER TRUSTED ME ★ “ATTENTION, OH MY WEIRDOS, YOUR THREE-EYED ARDENT HAS RETURNED!” The rose drops from vis beak.
Ve jumps off the branch and shapeshifted into a bonefaced hyena, snapping the rose out of the air with vis teeth as vis paws land upon the jungle. The smells have changed (more birds?) since ve’d been gone. And there is… more food? The animals walking around look healthier than when Vale left, which implies they finally learned how to care for their frail mortal bodies.
That being said, why does anyone think Vale would give a shit about their “I’m so hungry!” and “I think my wound’s infected?” problems when ve’s a rotting immortal? Vale has been cursed longer than the longest-lived species upon this planet! If mortals need food, they shouldn’t expect Vale to understand or care. Especially if they’re a species that eats multiple times a day. Vale has more important things to worry about, like not accidentally possessing a Pittian’s body because it smells fresh.
“My, my, isn’t this an improvement! Some of y’all have learned to bathe and feed yourselves, must be a miracle worker around here.” Vale’s teeth snap around the rose, devouring it messily. The red petals stuck between vis teeth look, somehow, worse than blood.
“Glad to see my vacation in the desert had the intended affect! See? I was right! No need to bother me for trivial matters such as food and water anymore.” Cackling gleefully, Vale throws back vis head and soaks up the harsh midday sun. See? This is why Vale never bothered to worry while rampaging in the desert; nothing can go wrong if you don’t bother to plan anything good.
BUT I’M OVER IT NOW
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