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BUT I’M OVER IT NOW
[sub][W]isker[/sub]
graphic gore ★ genderfluid ★ rotting jaguar
A scorpion tail ripped out of Vale’s decaying flesh, replacing the limb lying under the hot sun. The sharpened edge dangled high above Vale’s head, shining with thin blood. Vale’s growl burned, literally burning a hole through vis neck. The twenty eyes twitched erratically, from watching Cherna attack Stryker, to Atticus, to Gael, to everyone else in attendance.
“Faerie Man, for once, can’t you be direct and stand for something? Oh my god, are you giving me the weakest shut the fuck up request I’ve ever heard in my life? If you’re going to call me disloyal, say it to my face.” The only eye in a proper eye socket bulged out with a pop. Vale’s grey tongue grabbed it, and Vale swallowed in one gulp. The eye squicked out of a decaying hole in Vale’s throat. Vale cackled, swallowed it again, and grabbed the eye as it popped out of the decaying pit of flesh. “See, if you never deal with your problems, they keep popping up again!”
“Oh, no, but that would ruin your plan to pretend none of what I said happened. You think that weak sauce is gonna do anything? I’m the only reason you MADE A STAND in regards to Stryker. Oh, boo-hoo, he hurt a loyal Pittian! Let’s send him away without any punishment… because I’m a little piss boy and I don’t want to get my hands dirty, even though the Pittians pride ourselves on being vengeful. But I guess you’re too passive to take a stand unless I back you into a corner.” A growl thrummed in the jaguar’s throat, and black goop dripped out of the hole. “I’m more loyal than you. I actually attacked Stryker immediately after I learned what he’d done. And I offered to hold the fucker down for his victim to extract personal vengeance! That’s loyalty! That should be the real Pittian spirit!”
Flesh blossomed on vis boneskull, only for the creature to curl vis upper lip into a sneer. “The one right decision you did here was sending Cherna to attack Stryker. And I’m the one that forced you into it! You would’ve let the fucker run off without any punishment at all. Can’t you see? You are a pretender to the throne. You think the Pitt could ever thrive with a tenderhearted fuckshit like you? You’ve the heart of a healer—no, that’s an insult to healers. If Aine took over, she’d do a much better job. At least she’d have a backbone!”
YOU NEVER TRUSTED ME ★ “Faerie Man, for once, can’t you be direct and stand for something? Oh my god, are you giving me the weakest shut the fuck up request I’ve ever heard in my life? If you’re going to call me disloyal, say it to my face.” The only eye in a proper eye socket bulged out with a pop. Vale’s grey tongue grabbed it, and Vale swallowed in one gulp. The eye squicked out of a decaying hole in Vale’s throat. Vale cackled, swallowed it again, and grabbed the eye as it popped out of the decaying pit of flesh. “See, if you never deal with your problems, they keep popping up again!”
“Oh, no, but that would ruin your plan to pretend none of what I said happened. You think that weak sauce is gonna do anything? I’m the only reason you MADE A STAND in regards to Stryker. Oh, boo-hoo, he hurt a loyal Pittian! Let’s send him away without any punishment… because I’m a little piss boy and I don’t want to get my hands dirty, even though the Pittians pride ourselves on being vengeful. But I guess you’re too passive to take a stand unless I back you into a corner.” A growl thrummed in the jaguar’s throat, and black goop dripped out of the hole. “I’m more loyal than you. I actually attacked Stryker immediately after I learned what he’d done. And I offered to hold the fucker down for his victim to extract personal vengeance! That’s loyalty! That should be the real Pittian spirit!”
Flesh blossomed on vis boneskull, only for the creature to curl vis upper lip into a sneer. “The one right decision you did here was sending Cherna to attack Stryker. And I’m the one that forced you into it! You would’ve let the fucker run off without any punishment at all. Can’t you see? You are a pretender to the throne. You think the Pitt could ever thrive with a tenderhearted fuckshit like you? You’ve the heart of a healer—no, that’s an insult to healers. If Aine took over, she’d do a much better job. At least she’d have a backbone!”
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