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BUT I’M OVER IT NOW
[sub][W]isker[/sub]
graphic gore ★ genderfluid ★ tiger skeleton
Six beautiful, feathered, glossy wings glided down. But the creature suspended between the three pairs was an ugly sight to behold. Skullfaced, with three bloodshot and baleful red eyes. Ribs and spine protruding from a decaying body. The skin stripped entirely off vis legs.
The tiger landed upon the largest boulder. Vis legs bent to a crouch, absorbing the impact, and vis neck swiveled to survey the arrivals who beat the ardent to the meeting.
Vis grey tongue flicked between vis molars, swiping over the exposed, yellow teeth and up to clean the leftmost eye.
The rotting flesh upon vis body sloughed off. The putrid strips rolled down the stone to a heap at the bottom. Black sludge seeped from the rotting flesh and into the green grass. There was no sign of red blood; the only color upon Vale’s body were those awful red eyes and yellowed fangs.
Vis six wings rustled. Then they settled, stuffed upon vis back like a murder of crows within a dog cage.
“Thank you for not discussing anything of importance without my presence,” Vale said, vis voice a hushed rattle. “But now that I’m here, I’m sure we can all agree to share the interesting bits? Would be a shame to fly here--in my decrepit state!--only to hear people stutter out their names.”
YOU NEVER TRUSTED ME ★ The tiger landed upon the largest boulder. Vis legs bent to a crouch, absorbing the impact, and vis neck swiveled to survey the arrivals who beat the ardent to the meeting.
Vis grey tongue flicked between vis molars, swiping over the exposed, yellow teeth and up to clean the leftmost eye.
The rotting flesh upon vis body sloughed off. The putrid strips rolled down the stone to a heap at the bottom. Black sludge seeped from the rotting flesh and into the green grass. There was no sign of red blood; the only color upon Vale’s body were those awful red eyes and yellowed fangs.
Vis six wings rustled. Then they settled, stuffed upon vis back like a murder of crows within a dog cage.
“Thank you for not discussing anything of importance without my presence,” Vale said, vis voice a hushed rattle. “But now that I’m here, I’m sure we can all agree to share the interesting bits? Would be a shame to fly here--in my decrepit state!--only to hear people stutter out their names.”
BUT I’M OVER IT NOW
[sub][W]isker[/sub]
METAMORPHOSIS
all that is left is the change !
Descendants of the Departed ★ Inquisitor of Requiem's Creation
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