Vale’s muzzle scrunched, the fur rippling from zir lips all the way to zir temples. Zir skull cracked open behind both ears, ram horns twisting out and caked in goop. Blood dripped to the sand—nothing more than three drops on either side. “How disappointing. What’s the point of being a faerie if you’re basically a long-lived fox? Boring!”
Rolling zir red eyes, Vale tilted zir head, testing out the weight of the continuously growing horns. “What a shame. Do we have chickens or something running around here? I mean, I can munch on bones all damned day, but I get bored of the taste, you know? Need some variety to my diet.”
Rolling zir red eyes, Vale tilted zir head, testing out the weight of the continuously growing horns. “What a shame. Do we have chickens or something running around here? I mean, I can munch on bones all damned day, but I get bored of the taste, you know? Need some variety to my diet.”
pittian ★ jaguar sprouting horns ★ literally chaos
[sup]template made by tikki[/sup]METAMORPHOSIS
all that is left is the change !
Descendants of the Departed ★ Inquisitor of Requiem's Creation
![[Image: 325cc33efd667d2f2f236106f1e2c7a3.gif]](https://i.pinimg.com/originals/32/5c/c3/325cc33efd667d2f2f236106f1e2c7a3.gif)