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BUT I’M OVER IT NOW
[sub][W]isker[/sub]
graphic gore ★ genderfluid ★ jaguar
Vale sucked vis teeth on one side of vis maw, and released the stinking flesh with a sucking sound. “You just said we should be loyal to our own. Stryker is a Pittian—or was, whatever—so he should count under your own logic.” The shapeshifter flared vis nostril, intaking a sharp breath of air. How frustrating arguing with this goddamn idiot was!
“Also, that is not a compromise. That is what you initially said, before I spoke up and two fellow Pittians agreed with me. Under what fucking definition is that a goddamn compromise?” A growl thrummed in Vale’s throat, and the wolf took three steps towards the fox. “Delaying the discussion is another tactic for you to win. You want to squash our momentum now and force us to agree to your farce of a compromise, which, as I just pointed out, is not a compromise at all!”
The wolf breathed out, lips pulled back into a snarl as vis teeth sharpened and grew. Vis back arched, spine popping and contorting as muscle grew along vis body. The black fur fell to the ground, and softer fur with rosette patterns grew along the squirming pink flesh. Vale bore vis fangs, staring down the ardent as a melanistic jaguar.
“If you are going to be so foolish as to argue logic with a child’s understanding of facts versus lies, then I do not see why I should follow you. I believe I would be a better ardent than you. Does anyone agree?”
YOU NEVER TRUSTED ME ★ “Also, that is not a compromise. That is what you initially said, before I spoke up and two fellow Pittians agreed with me. Under what fucking definition is that a goddamn compromise?” A growl thrummed in Vale’s throat, and the wolf took three steps towards the fox. “Delaying the discussion is another tactic for you to win. You want to squash our momentum now and force us to agree to your farce of a compromise, which, as I just pointed out, is not a compromise at all!”
The wolf breathed out, lips pulled back into a snarl as vis teeth sharpened and grew. Vis back arched, spine popping and contorting as muscle grew along vis body. The black fur fell to the ground, and softer fur with rosette patterns grew along the squirming pink flesh. Vale bore vis fangs, staring down the ardent as a melanistic jaguar.
“If you are going to be so foolish as to argue logic with a child’s understanding of facts versus lies, then I do not see why I should follow you. I believe I would be a better ardent than you. Does anyone agree?”
BUT I’M OVER IT NOW
[sub][W]isker[/sub]
METAMORPHOSIS
all that is left is the change !
Descendants of the Departed ★ Inquisitor of Requiem's Creation