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BUT I’M OVER IT NOW
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graphic gore ★ genderfluid ★ bonehead hyena
“Ah, you must be that miracle worker.” Vale’s grey tongue worries out a petal, and ve spat it between vis paws. “You’re hired!”
The hyena’s three red eyes focus in on Olalla. Unsettling, given how the fleshness nature of vis boneface means ve never broke the eye contact for a blink. Ve considers regrowing some skin to wink, but, eh, why go through the itchy process for a fucking wink?
“Oh, so you do know who I am! If you go around asking people who they are, but then immediately follow up with an accusation that proves you know who they actually are, people will think you’re a moron. So? Who am I? A nameless idiot straight out of the desert or Ardent Vale of the Pitt? I think you just admitted to the latter.” Vale rolls vis eyes and vis whole head. “But! I like your work, if not your attitude! So the hiring offer stands; I’ve been looking for an imperator, and it’s so hard to spot a good one, even with three eyes, you know?”
Vale sighs dramatically, and attempts to drape a decaying paw over the smaller creature. If successful, ve will use that paw to bring Olalla’s hear closer to Vale’s muzzle. Unfortunately, Vale's rotting body leaves a trail of black goo on any flesh ve may or may not touch.
“Listen here, mkay? ‘Cause I won’t have you ruining a great opportunity for both of us. You are obviously good at the logistics, which I, admittedly, suck at.” Vale licks vis exposed teeth with a loud smack. “But I heard from a little birdy in the desert that’s about all you’re good at. Whatcha gonna do if I decide I want to kill you for usurping my throne?”
YOU NEVER TRUSTED ME ★ The hyena’s three red eyes focus in on Olalla. Unsettling, given how the fleshness nature of vis boneface means ve never broke the eye contact for a blink. Ve considers regrowing some skin to wink, but, eh, why go through the itchy process for a fucking wink?
“Oh, so you do know who I am! If you go around asking people who they are, but then immediately follow up with an accusation that proves you know who they actually are, people will think you’re a moron. So? Who am I? A nameless idiot straight out of the desert or Ardent Vale of the Pitt? I think you just admitted to the latter.” Vale rolls vis eyes and vis whole head. “But! I like your work, if not your attitude! So the hiring offer stands; I’ve been looking for an imperator, and it’s so hard to spot a good one, even with three eyes, you know?”
Vale sighs dramatically, and attempts to drape a decaying paw over the smaller creature. If successful, ve will use that paw to bring Olalla’s hear closer to Vale’s muzzle. Unfortunately, Vale's rotting body leaves a trail of black goo on any flesh ve may or may not touch.
“Listen here, mkay? ‘Cause I won’t have you ruining a great opportunity for both of us. You are obviously good at the logistics, which I, admittedly, suck at.” Vale licks vis exposed teeth with a loud smack. “But I heard from a little birdy in the desert that’s about all you’re good at. Whatcha gonna do if I decide I want to kill you for usurping my throne?”
BUT I’M OVER IT NOW
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