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BUT I’M OVER IT NOW
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graphic gore ★ genderfluid ★ zombified wolf
Vale’s right shoulder and three vertebrae popped when ve turned to Aine. The wolf stared at the hybrid, noticing the sand curling around her paws and her harsh tone. Ve sighed, vis tail flicking lazily. Yelling at an adult fit Vale’s style, but children forced to grow up too fast always tugged at vis heartstrings.
“Aine, I understand your point of view. You’re the healer of this group of wackjobs, and it’s you that sees the horrors of war the closest.” Vale sighed, scratching at the side of vis muzzle. The flesh sloughed off, leaving vem with half vis skull showing. “I can’t pretend to understand why you care so much about keeping us all safe. But I understand watching from the sidelines while war burns all around you. My brother died, for the first time, in a war he had no say in. It took everything I had to bring him back to me, and I lost him all over again, anyway. And, haha, look at me now, still paying that price!”
The wolf cackled for a second, but the laughter died in vis throat. Vis red eyes looked back to Aine, and ve tilted vis half-skull head.
“You know the desert isn’t enough for a large group of animals, kid. Remember Jack’s justification for the blooding ceremony? A Pittian needs to prove themselves to be useful enough in an environment with minimal resources. Isn’t that what he said? I went a bit cuckoo during mine, and I’m strong as fuck! Wouldn’t it be better if we had enough resources and territory to do away with stupid ceremonies like that?”
Ve shook vis head again. “We’re not fighting for strangers. The enemy of our enemy is temporarily our friend! Why not band together for resources both our groups need?” And then stab this lion when his back’s turned and take the whole two islands… but that’s not a point a healer would give a shit about, aye, brain-of-mine? “I say we fight and take what we need. The Typhoon’s a bunch of pirates and that’s practically their motto, anyway, so those stupid bastards are asking for it.”
Ve glanced at Atticus, half of vis maw curling into a soft smirk. “Thanks for the support.”
YOU NEVER TRUSTED ME ★ “Aine, I understand your point of view. You’re the healer of this group of wackjobs, and it’s you that sees the horrors of war the closest.” Vale sighed, scratching at the side of vis muzzle. The flesh sloughed off, leaving vem with half vis skull showing. “I can’t pretend to understand why you care so much about keeping us all safe. But I understand watching from the sidelines while war burns all around you. My brother died, for the first time, in a war he had no say in. It took everything I had to bring him back to me, and I lost him all over again, anyway. And, haha, look at me now, still paying that price!”
The wolf cackled for a second, but the laughter died in vis throat. Vis red eyes looked back to Aine, and ve tilted vis half-skull head.
“You know the desert isn’t enough for a large group of animals, kid. Remember Jack’s justification for the blooding ceremony? A Pittian needs to prove themselves to be useful enough in an environment with minimal resources. Isn’t that what he said? I went a bit cuckoo during mine, and I’m strong as fuck! Wouldn’t it be better if we had enough resources and territory to do away with stupid ceremonies like that?”
Ve shook vis head again. “We’re not fighting for strangers. The enemy of our enemy is temporarily our friend! Why not band together for resources both our groups need?” And then stab this lion when his back’s turned and take the whole two islands… but that’s not a point a healer would give a shit about, aye, brain-of-mine? “I say we fight and take what we need. The Typhoon’s a bunch of pirates and that’s practically their motto, anyway, so those stupid bastards are asking for it.”
Ve glanced at Atticus, half of vis maw curling into a soft smirk. “Thanks for the support.”
BUT I’M OVER IT NOW
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