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BUT I’M OVER IT NOW
[sub][W]isker[/sub]
graphic gore ★ genderfluid ★ ninazu's serval body
Vale squints up at the lioness, one eye drawn almost shut. “Yours? Why do you need two bodies? What, do you have a habit of losing your head when it’s attached to your body?” Vale cackles softly to vemself. Vis tail lashes, and all the vertebrae inside pop, pop, pop. “My apologies. I thought this was a hunting trophy! Or some other thing laying around, hehe, next time I’ll possess a little bird.”
A paw rises to itch at the open sores behind Vale’s ears, and the serval sighs. The back of the paw comes away bloody. Vale sighs, once more, and shakes off the blood. “How anyone stands horns, I’ll never know. They’re so heavy. Well. I could try regrowing them, but I really do think you’ll enjoy the increased flexibility and speed without such things. What were you going to use the horns for, anyway, on such a delicate little wildcat body? You’d get concussed before you crushed anything!”
Vale shakes vis head, raises a paw to scratch again, and frowns. “Oh, wow, this is a tough habit to break!” The paw scratches at vis chin instead.
Abruptly, Vale’s spine arches. Rip, goes the flesh, two giant wounds opening on the servals back and bleeding feathers. Wings spill out of the opening, black and shimmering with drying blood. Vale’s red eyes lock on Ninazu. The cackling hasn’t stopped yet. “Ah, well, here’s the wings you wanted. Now. Stryker. I would really like to speak with him, if you don’t mind.” Now the cackling stops, when Vale beams up at the lioness.
YOU NEVER TRUSTED ME ★ A paw rises to itch at the open sores behind Vale’s ears, and the serval sighs. The back of the paw comes away bloody. Vale sighs, once more, and shakes off the blood. “How anyone stands horns, I’ll never know. They’re so heavy. Well. I could try regrowing them, but I really do think you’ll enjoy the increased flexibility and speed without such things. What were you going to use the horns for, anyway, on such a delicate little wildcat body? You’d get concussed before you crushed anything!”
Vale shakes vis head, raises a paw to scratch again, and frowns. “Oh, wow, this is a tough habit to break!” The paw scratches at vis chin instead.
Abruptly, Vale’s spine arches. Rip, goes the flesh, two giant wounds opening on the servals back and bleeding feathers. Wings spill out of the opening, black and shimmering with drying blood. Vale’s red eyes lock on Ninazu. The cackling hasn’t stopped yet. “Ah, well, here’s the wings you wanted. Now. Stryker. I would really like to speak with him, if you don’t mind.” Now the cackling stops, when Vale beams up at the lioness.
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