The serpent’s flesh melted, black goop running down Roxanne’s horns and white bone peeking out. Left wing then right wing ruffled, and the shapeshifting creature dropped to the ground in an undignified clump of goop. The flesh twitched and wiggled, the spot becoming bigger and bigger until the skeleton started taking shape again.
The jaguar’s skull formed first, two red eyes gleaming out of white pits. A grey tongue lolled out of the gaps between the molars and fangs, and Vale’s chuckle echoed in zir forming lungs. “Oh, I’m sorry, am I embarrassing you? Does my personality embody the Pittian spirit more than you? Does my disregard for your leadership in front of these clenched buttholes make you feel threatened?” The muscle and connective tissue formed on zir skull as ze talked, and Vale’s voice gradually became louder and clearer.
Vale stood up, paws growing skin first, then the biological tissue ran over the rest of zir flesh prison. Zir tail flicked like a whip. Ze turned, huffily, to the deer-fox small thing.
“If this isn’t for fun, then what the bloody hell is it for? There’s no agenda or any trite shit. We’re here because some stones shot light into the air and you superstitious lot decided to come.”
Vale’s smirk stretched over zir teeth far too wide. “But that is only my opinion, you understand.” Those baleful red eyes slid back to Gael. Zir head tilted, neck popping all the way down from the base of zir skull down to zir shoulder blades. “I’ll mind my feets, paws, claws, and any other extremities, Oh Great and Wise Cu,” ze said, smirking wider, at zir own private joke.
“But everything is my entertainment, do you not understand? You best get used to it.” Ze raised a paw, pressing zir jaw to the right until it popped. “Honestly, it is a much better look for you, if you let me do my shit without barking up my ass. Pretend all of this is going according to plan, okay? Why should anyone fear the Pitt if you, as a leader, will cut off your own nose to spite your face?”
The jaguar’s skull formed first, two red eyes gleaming out of white pits. A grey tongue lolled out of the gaps between the molars and fangs, and Vale’s chuckle echoed in zir forming lungs. “Oh, I’m sorry, am I embarrassing you? Does my personality embody the Pittian spirit more than you? Does my disregard for your leadership in front of these clenched buttholes make you feel threatened?” The muscle and connective tissue formed on zir skull as ze talked, and Vale’s voice gradually became louder and clearer.
Vale stood up, paws growing skin first, then the biological tissue ran over the rest of zir flesh prison. Zir tail flicked like a whip. Ze turned, huffily, to the deer-fox small thing.
“If this isn’t for fun, then what the bloody hell is it for? There’s no agenda or any trite shit. We’re here because some stones shot light into the air and you superstitious lot decided to come.”
Vale’s smirk stretched over zir teeth far too wide. “But that is only my opinion, you understand.” Those baleful red eyes slid back to Gael. Zir head tilted, neck popping all the way down from the base of zir skull down to zir shoulder blades. “I’ll mind my feets, paws, claws, and any other extremities, Oh Great and Wise Cu,” ze said, smirking wider, at zir own private joke.
“But everything is my entertainment, do you not understand? You best get used to it.” Ze raised a paw, pressing zir jaw to the right until it popped. “Honestly, it is a much better look for you, if you let me do my shit without barking up my ass. Pretend all of this is going according to plan, okay? Why should anyone fear the Pitt if you, as a leader, will cut off your own nose to spite your face?”
pittian ★ serpent shapeshifting into a panther ★ literally chaos
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Descendants of the Departed ★ Inquisitor of Requiem's Creation
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