graphic gore ★ genderfluid ★ winged skullface fox
Vale clicked xyr tongue in sympathy. Not sarcastic, either, but Vale had a habit of sounding sarcastic when xe wasn’t. After Meteor snapped, Vale rolled xyr three red eyes. And answered, “Let you out with your wings unclipped? Trouble!”
Given how Meteor and Kole were being gay on main, Vale fluffed out xyr feathers and jumped down from Meteor’s ram horn. Keep the gazes and smirks contained amongst themselves, please and thank you. Besides, seriously, Kole got a cannibal boyfriend before Vale? How rude!
The three eyed crow landed on the black sands. Xe blinked up at the caught beastie. It wasn’t lost on Vale that the fox-thing hadn’t answered Vale’s question, and only bothered to answer Kole’s unasked one when it seemed possibly advantageous.
Then a Vale thought: Xanti and Meteor were close, but not quite cannibal boyfriend material for Vale. Why not try this antisocial?! Wasn’t like there were an abundance of antisocials in the world, after all, having four in the same goddamn island was a statistical miracle. Except, of course, why wouldn’t the antisocials in an area congregate in a cannibalism cult? Where else would they hang out?
Vale shook out xyr body. Feathers cascaded down onto the black sands. Yet, the wings remained intact, unchained. The flesh beneath pulsed and writhed, shifting as Vale’s bones snapped, cracked, and popped. Rearranged.
In an instant, a white winged fox blinked two red eyes at the beastie. A toothy grin. And then the flesh melted off xyr face, revealing white skull.
Not that Vale reacted to this. A paw swiped the stubborn pieces off the jaw, the cheekbone.
Vale tilted xyr head as xe considered Meteor’s question. No shit Meteor asked the most unhinged of the Departed’s roster of cannibals this question. “Ha, I wouldn’t be reasonable under these circumstances! So the beastie probably won’t, not without a reason, eh, right, Beastie?”
Xyr tongue licked xyr exposed fangs. Thinking. And then xe added, “But, haha, I’m the paragon of collaboration, this is my goddamn puzzle to solve!”
Given how Meteor and Kole were being gay on main, Vale fluffed out xyr feathers and jumped down from Meteor’s ram horn. Keep the gazes and smirks contained amongst themselves, please and thank you. Besides, seriously, Kole got a cannibal boyfriend before Vale? How rude!
The three eyed crow landed on the black sands. Xe blinked up at the caught beastie. It wasn’t lost on Vale that the fox-thing hadn’t answered Vale’s question, and only bothered to answer Kole’s unasked one when it seemed possibly advantageous.
Then a Vale thought: Xanti and Meteor were close, but not quite cannibal boyfriend material for Vale. Why not try this antisocial?! Wasn’t like there were an abundance of antisocials in the world, after all, having four in the same goddamn island was a statistical miracle. Except, of course, why wouldn’t the antisocials in an area congregate in a cannibalism cult? Where else would they hang out?
Vale shook out xyr body. Feathers cascaded down onto the black sands. Yet, the wings remained intact, unchained. The flesh beneath pulsed and writhed, shifting as Vale’s bones snapped, cracked, and popped. Rearranged.
In an instant, a white winged fox blinked two red eyes at the beastie. A toothy grin. And then the flesh melted off xyr face, revealing white skull.
Not that Vale reacted to this. A paw swiped the stubborn pieces off the jaw, the cheekbone.
Vale tilted xyr head as xe considered Meteor’s question. No shit Meteor asked the most unhinged of the Departed’s roster of cannibals this question. “Ha, I wouldn’t be reasonable under these circumstances! So the beastie probably won’t, not without a reason, eh, right, Beastie?”
Xyr tongue licked xyr exposed fangs. Thinking. And then xe added, “But, haha, I’m the paragon of collaboration, this is my goddamn puzzle to solve!”
YOU NEVER TRUSTED ME ★
BUT I’M OVER IT NOW
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all that is left is the change !
Descendants of the Departed ★ Inquisitor of Requiem's Creation