WOULDN'T YOU LIKE TO DISAPPEAR // Vale

[VALE]

Vale growled, shaking zir entire body. Fur and skin sloughed off, layer after layer, until a black wolf stood in the middle. Bat wings poked out of zir back, pointed up at the sky. They ruffled when Vale shook zir body again, doglike; the shapeshifter chose to keep their form this time.

“Perhaps we should decide on an insult truce?” Vale suggested, mumbling around a split tongue flitting behind zir teeth. “Though you better have weed. Otherwise it’s back to plan: eat land sushi for lunch.”

Vale popped zir toes against the ground, furrowing zir brows. “Why would shapeshifting hurt? Isn’t it nice when your joints pop? Good release of pressure. An important part of any shapeshifter’s day.” Vale flexed zir wings, popping each joint in succession, accidentally proving zir point.

“Does it hurt when you shed fur? It is about the same, except all at once. Requires more nutrients than your diet, I suppose. I’m not just creating protein, you know, but all the organs and meats and skins and bones and bla-de-da-da-da.”

pittian ★ crow shapeshifting into a winged serpent ★ literally chaos

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