looking for a beating — [COTC VISIT]

[VALE]

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graphic gore ★ genderfluid ★ jaguar

“Really?” The jaguar’s eyebrows arch, and a smirk stretches over vis muzzle. “I appreciate the knowledge—” Vale’s red eyes flash at Trygve, and a frown crosses vis face. “—though isn’t it obvious I’d win? That I’m better suited for a position whose very meaning translates to fervent passion?”

Vale sneers at Gael, lips curling into a rictus. “This is all wrong, you’re so soft it sickens me. Your kindness is weakness, when you show it to our enemies!” The jaguar growls, red eyes locked on Gael, vis jaw moving left to right pop pop pop. “You’re softer than the Typhoon! Even their healer’s better at vengeance than you, hahaha, isn’t that so sad, Leader Man?”

Every tooth except the prominent canines falls out of vis grey gums, replaced by serrated shark teeth growing in their place. Vale stands up straighter, shoulders rotating back, left then right, pop pop pop. Vis tail lashes, crack, and falls to the sand. Sludgy black flesh bleeds off the lost appendage’s white bone, oozing into the sand and stinking of carrion.

“A leader of the Pitt doesn’t dismiss a guilty party. I will show you what real revenge looks like!”

Vale shoots forward, spine twisting like a snake as ve spins with pinpoint accuracy. In one step, Vale twists away from Gael and accelerates towards Stryker. It doesn’t matter if Stryker attacks or defends; Vale wouldn’t dodge or veer away. The momentum carries vem all the way, and the monochromatic blur slams into the white lion.

Jaws wrapping around one of the lion’s horns, Vale torques Stryker’s face into the ground. Two shark teeth shatter on impact. Vale doesn’t care. One paw holds the lion’s head in place and the other braces most of Vale’s weight on the lion’s shoulder. The growl rumbling in Vale’s throat is palpable, rolling through the air like crashing thunder.

SNAP!

Vale stands up, the growl fading to a low warble. One of Stryker’s longest horns hangs from vis maw, and Vale spits it to the ground. Ve draws the back of a paw over vis muzzle, wiping away the blood from the broken shark teeth. Then the paw rests over the stolen horn, one claw tapping it, claiming it as Vale’s newest fidget toy.

“There. A pound of flesh for a pound of flesh.” Vale’s red eyes sweep from Stryker to the Pittians, the growl fading from vis voice. “He’s learned his lesson, hasn’t he? Now, can we return to the very interesting matter of resources and fucking over the Typhoon with one single campaign?”

YOU NEVER TRUSTED ME ★
BUT I’M OVER IT NOW
[sub][W]isker[/sub]