graphic gore ★ genderfluid ★ jackal skeleton

The cawing of crows filled the red temple as the murder amassed. As the sun climbed in the sky, the murder amassed, until crows perched upon every available surface. Ornate decorations became footholds. The unlucky ones strutted on the floor, though the luckiest of them all swaggered between Vale’s paws.

Skull tilted, the skeleton jackal opened vis maw as laughter spilled out. The little crow feet tickled the itsy bitsy toe bones.

“If I measured the prosperity of the Pitt by your little belly—” Vale poked at the crow’s chest. “—then I would say we are all doing very well, indeed. After summer, though… haha, don’t I have ideas for then, don’t you worry.”

Vale’s eyes drifted from the crows. Ah, yes, the sentient and sapient animals ve led needed attention, too, didn’t they? The crows were simpler to lead than these bloodthirsty messes of their parents’ and grandparents’ and so on’s muddled ideologies—except for the horsemen, but they were both the exception which proved the rule—but only on the surface.

One clawed paw tapped a bundle of covered supplies. The two crows at vis paws tugged the fabric with their beaks, but Vale paid them no mind. Plenty for everyone.

“The season of gift-giving is half a year away, which means… I don’t know. Anyway. I would like to give people baskets full of things which might bring them cheer.” Vale’s three red eyes drifted to one crow. “Eh. Holidays. Not like I need an excuse to do something nice for my followers, mmhmm?”

Paws clapping together, Vale returned to the present moment. “So! Step up and tell Vale what you would like for Valemas. Perhaps I have something in my bag? Or I can procure a suitable thing. Either way. Everyone who wants a present shall have a present.”

// tw;; vale's gifts will be more suitable for vultures and crows

graphic gore ★ genderfluid ★ jackal skeleton

The skull tilted in Beezlebub’s direction. Vale’s grey tongue—the only flesh upon the skeleton, in fact—flicked out to draw across an eye socket. If Vale had a face, ve might’ve frowned; ve had enough of a body preference to form habits like this, and this unsettled the cursed immortal more than ve would’ve liked to admit.

“Ah, I hope you like it!” Vale said, pawing around in a oddly lumpy sack by vis side. “Hmmmmmm, where is it? I had just the thing in mind when I saw you now, but where did I put it…?”

When Vale ducked vis head into the sack, the two crows hopping at vis paws blinked at the bee-like dragon. Cawing, they alternated between gazing at the not-a-bee and shaking feathers at each other, unable to come to a consensus. Hopefully, this meant the murder wouldn’t murder anyone!

“a-HA!” Vale plucked a beauuuuuutiful tiger’s eye from the bag. As big as a marble with a dizzying amount of stripes, ve sat up and held it up with both paws. “A tiger’s eye masquerading as a bee! Yes, this fits Beezlebub the Bee to a Tee!”

Vale held their paw out, the gem nestled upon the bones, and nodded. “Well, hope you like it! If you don’t, shove it down the throat of an enemy. Or not? It’s yours now, who am I to tell you what to do with it or your life? That would just be silly of me, after all, I am much too busy to micromanage someone else’s life.”