when destructive creativity isn't enough // building outpost

[VALE]

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graphic gore ★ genderfluid ★ only teeth

Vale’s flesh melted right off vis skeleton as Olalla droned on and on. The blight had a difficult enough time holding onto a cohesive form without being bored to near death, and Olalla’s instructions tested the limits of vis willpower. Vis grey tongue lolled out from the gaps between vis molars.

An eyeball popped out of the socket and bounced across the dirt.

Kold’s dramatic appearance, along with the more polite entrances by Mr Snuggles and Blackjack, were enough to keep Vale from disintegrating into a disinterested decaying blob.

But not enough to prevent vis body from crumpling into a pile of bones, leaving only a floating pair of teeth where ve’d been.

“Hmm, I think the three of you heard enough to get started?” The sentient hyena teeth said. “Get the foundation up. I shouuuuuuuld be reformed by then to assist after.”

Vale totally wasn’t tricking Olalla and the rest to doing the job ve said ve would do. Totally not. Becoming nothing but teeth out of boredom was such a common problem for shapeshifting gore monsters, after all, so they would surely understand.

YOU NEVER TRUSTED ME ★
BUT I’M OVER IT NOW
[sub][W]isker[/sub]