looking for a beating — [COTC VISIT]

[VALE]

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graphic gore ★ genderfluid ★ bonehead jaguar

The jaguar slowly stepped in between Tyvre and where Atticus’s body laid, as though the shapeshifter simply strolled there for no particular reason. The red eye flicked between Stryker and Tyvre as ve moved. Vale couldn’t stomach looking at the broken body of a single skin who'd supported vem. Not when the fight came as a result of Vale’s own chaos.

Vis grey tongue lolled out of the pristine skull, splitting in half, imitating Stryker’s own. A chuckle burned in vis throat.

“Which eye did he take, again?” Vale purred. The flesh on their shoulders rippled and spasmed. Eyelids opened, one by one, atop the muscle. One, two, ten, twenty. The wide red eyes stared vacantly into space. Then they zeroed in on Tyvre as one. “Which one did he take? Moreso, you single skin, do you think I fucking care about one eye? I eat my own for dessert!” The purr became a cackle, and Vale sighed into the back of a paw.

The twenty eyes slid to Stryker, and Vale laughed, laughed, laughed. "Take another! I'm so tired of seeing all this pathetic bullshit? Leave, they plead, the emasculated fools! As if they shouldn't act like the animals they are!" Then the twenty eyes slid back to Tyvre, and the jaguar's neck lolled so far, the skull nearly toppled off vis neck.

“If you’re so unsatisfied by my punishment, go ahead and attack him, Tyvre. Or are you too scared, even with all these Pittians around you?” Vale’s teeth clicked together, chattering like a broken birdsong. The bonehead tilted vis neck, to and from, waving a paw in front of vis face. Claws sheathed and unsheathed, popping in and out. An eye opened on the back of the paw, red and crying. “Do you need me to hold him down again? You want your own pound of flesh, your own trophy, is that it? Why the hell not?”

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