not quite grace, not quite beauty // joiner

[VALE]

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The skin on Vale’s face softened and oozed. The fur sloughed off first, then the muscle and goop drip drip dripped down zir white skull. Vale’s red eyes flicked over the approaching animals. Disappointment. Ze heard the Pitt contained monsters. These little tiny animols were cute enough to eat.

“Whore?” Vale’s red eyes slid to the half-fish one first. Zir dry tongue lolled out of zir maw, licking at the squish still stuck to zir bonehead. “Unfortunately for you, no amount of money or resources in the world would entice me to fuck you, fishbait.”

The tongue licked over zir exposed teeth. The jaguar’s wings fluttered, and Vale took the waterskin without comment. After ze drained it, head craned to keep the water from running down zir teeth, Vale passed the empty skin back.

“Thanks, Jack,” Vale said, after an impolite pause. “I can hunt for myself.”

Vale stared at the third, until zir dry eyes melted down zir face, too. “I can acquire anything’s teeth,” ze said. Vale would’ve smirked, but the muscle and skin all fell to a heap between zir paws. “I’ll try it. At some point.”

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