graphic gore ★ genderfluid ★ rotting, mutated jaguar

“Slimy little facey-face,” Vale hissed. Saliva and goop dripped out of zir mouth, accompanied by a barbed tooth. With each hot exhale, a chunk of their rotting body tore away. These pieces collected at Vale’s shadow like mothballs beaten out of old fabric. “Your hypocrisy speaks for itself, even if you refuse to confess.”

Vale’s red eyes only moved from the Elysium leaders when Hebi’s voice cut through the silence.

One eye apiece on Hani and Alani, one of the remainder liquified to slush and dripped down the jaguar’s face. Zir forked tongue flicked out and caught the goop, licking it up. Vale’s face twisted into a rictus of annoyance. Each of zir tails lashed in time like a wave moving left to right.

“Stand back?” Vale hissed, repeating the jaguar’s words. “Does this one actually inspire so much loyalty, that, you must threaten violence in defense of their murky motivations?”

Another eye watered, slowly turning to mush, and a trail of running liquid ran down Vale’s muzzle. The mutated beast stood still, tails flicking and connecting together as though magnetically drawn to click together. They fused, and clumps of fur and flesh sloughed off, revealing bone and putrid flesh.

“I have no quarrel with you.” Another shark tooth clattered between zir paws. “Besides, why are you threatening me? I’m not the one that lobbed lightning at your two facey-face leaders, am I? Here I thought guard dogs could distinguish the difference between an elemental attack and an interrogation.”