The poor thing had wondered quite far from home, hadn't  she? The undead lioness felt stifled there, alarmingly so. She needed to find food as well but she couldn't just snack on other members. Well, she could but she was sure that her dear brother would have a problem with that. After all he was making the Coalition soft now. Neutralizing them into a whisper of what they once was. A pity. It still irritated her, she wanted her throne back but it was not meant to be. It was not in the cards, in her fate. So now she was here to linger within the desert and it's heated sands. Slowly her lipless mouth parted, sharp teeth exposed to the world as she thought of her surroundings. She had been here before but nothing had come of it. She had thought very little of the Ardent that had been in power then. But what did that matter now? She was just so hungry. Her stomach twisting and rolling. Calling for the taste of flesh.

Paws brushed against sand as she made her way along the acrid area, eyes searching and looking up to the clouds. Drool dripped from her muzzle and light pink eyes became deepened in color, saturated as the whites of her eyes turned completely black. Horned skull dipped low as she sniffed and she continued forward with one thought in mind. She would ravage and eat. Fill her stomach with the gift if food even as skin rotted and showed ribs and moving organs.

[member=3123]vale[/member]

graphic gore ★ genderfluid ★ gorey shapeshifting

// content warning for even more gore than usual for a vale post

The crow dived from the sky. As ve drew closer to the ground, vis flesh boiled over and expanded, leaving a comet trail of thin smoke. When the ground was close enough to touch, Vale’s wings unfurled and caught the air against vis dark feathers.

Vale stepped onto the ground. Black sludge shimmered on sand wherever Vale stepped, and the jaguar’s maw lolled to the left. “I could see the hunger in your stalk from all the way up there.” Vale’s grey tongue slid out and licked an exposed red eye. “And that is a form of beauty.”

Vis right shoulder popped. Then the whole leg sagged, limp, like a cut marionette.

Vale sunk vis teeth into the dislocated shoulder and ripped. For a jaguar’s jaws crushed a turtle’s shell with brute force, so why shouldn’t it crush its own flesh? The fangs pierced down to the bone. One thrash of the head ripped the muscle. A second snapped the stubborn sinew.

Ve tossed the leg at the zombified lioness. “Eat it. Unless you’d rather burn after harming one of mine.”

Already reconstructing vis body, the feline shrunk. Excess skin sloughed off from the belly as the torso narrowed and vis legs narrowed into spindles. But the wings remained upright and glossy. The severed limb, slower to change than the rest, throbbed pink and raw and oozing until the fur regrew.

The melanism trait and the spots faded. The coat was grey. Nothing special. The black ear-tufts combined with the pelt made Vale’s new form recognizable as a colorless, winged caracal.