06-08-2024, 05:03 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-08-2024, 05:05 PM by VALE. Edited 1 time in total.)
graphic gore ★ genderfluid ★ winged skullface fox
“Didn’t ask you to do anything. Not yet.” Vale’s skullhead tilted slight to the right. Beastie hadn’t figured out what kinda creatures he was dealing with, huh?
Then a glance at Meteor. Not in a deferring way, like a subordinate might check a superior’s emotions. But in a shoulders relaxed, ears up, this is my problem I’ll handle it myself way. This was cannibal boyfriend material right here! Vale would handle this problem.
A slight quirk of the eyebrow from Meteor, and both seemed satisfied.
Vale turned back to the beastie. Red eyes unblinking—no eyelids, after all—as xe considered how to talk to a version of Meteor, assuming the lion had never interacted with another of his kind before. “Let’s slow down.”
With a paw, Vale gestured to Kole with a snort. “You got your ass beat. Whatever your abilities, you’re not going to be good to go for a while. Because what we need you to fix with your nature magic? Long-term project, friend.” Vale rolled xyr eyes, then pointed at the devistated forest beyond the beach. “You see? That is what you’re here to fix. See the long-term fuckery?”
Then Vale snorted. “No point in letting you out of that net now. What good would an up close inspection of the damage do for you? It’s a long-term project of suckiness. You can see that from the beach.”
Vale lifted xyr chin and cackled. If xe had a face, xe’d be grinning. “You don’t know our names. We don’t know yours. Absurd to ask you to get to work now, eh? So, relax. You chill out while we figure out where to keep ya for the duration of the long-term project, then you and I talk, right?” Vale poked at the puddle of gore with a paw. “And I do mean talk. No torture. Hell, I’ll bring you a boiled coconut crab to eat over our talk.”
“Reasonable, eh?” A snap of teeth. “You’re on the Big Island occupied by the Descendants of the Departed. My name’s Vale Malus-Harbinger. I’m the inquisitor. Not as important as Meteor over there—” Vale flicked xyr tail at the lion. “—but I’ve got sway, and I’ve self-assigned myself to ya, you see? A long-term project like fixing the forests on a post-eruption, post-earthquake volcanic island?” Vale cackled. “We’ve got time to slow down and figure out how to collaborate. You want out of that net. Well, you’ll get out of that net and into a cell. Then we talk, like I said.”
Then a glance at Meteor. Not in a deferring way, like a subordinate might check a superior’s emotions. But in a shoulders relaxed, ears up, this is my problem I’ll handle it myself way. This was cannibal boyfriend material right here! Vale would handle this problem.
A slight quirk of the eyebrow from Meteor, and both seemed satisfied.
Vale turned back to the beastie. Red eyes unblinking—no eyelids, after all—as xe considered how to talk to a version of Meteor, assuming the lion had never interacted with another of his kind before. “Let’s slow down.”
With a paw, Vale gestured to Kole with a snort. “You got your ass beat. Whatever your abilities, you’re not going to be good to go for a while. Because what we need you to fix with your nature magic? Long-term project, friend.” Vale rolled xyr eyes, then pointed at the devistated forest beyond the beach. “You see? That is what you’re here to fix. See the long-term fuckery?”
Then Vale snorted. “No point in letting you out of that net now. What good would an up close inspection of the damage do for you? It’s a long-term project of suckiness. You can see that from the beach.”
Vale lifted xyr chin and cackled. If xe had a face, xe’d be grinning. “You don’t know our names. We don’t know yours. Absurd to ask you to get to work now, eh? So, relax. You chill out while we figure out where to keep ya for the duration of the long-term project, then you and I talk, right?” Vale poked at the puddle of gore with a paw. “And I do mean talk. No torture. Hell, I’ll bring you a boiled coconut crab to eat over our talk.”
“Reasonable, eh?” A snap of teeth. “You’re on the Big Island occupied by the Descendants of the Departed. My name’s Vale Malus-Harbinger. I’m the inquisitor. Not as important as Meteor over there—” Vale flicked xyr tail at the lion. “—but I’ve got sway, and I’ve self-assigned myself to ya, you see? A long-term project like fixing the forests on a post-eruption, post-earthquake volcanic island?” Vale cackled. “We’ve got time to slow down and figure out how to collaborate. You want out of that net. Well, you’ll get out of that net and into a cell. Then we talk, like I said.”
YOU NEVER TRUSTED ME ★
BUT I’M OVER IT NOW
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