Build God, Then We'll Talk -- Returning From The Blooding

[VALE]

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graphic gore ★ genderfluid ★ winged jaguar

The scent of roasted flesh calls to Vale’s primitive instincts, and the crow zooms to the scene like a bat out of hell—or a bat into hell, depending on the particular bat in question. “So! Much! Food!” Vale caws, circling ahead. The crow caws again, unintelligibly, and dives down to join Jack and Chernabog on the ground.

Vis body shakes and rattles, bones popping and crackling. Vale’s beak shatters, dropping off vis face to the soft sand. The face beneath bleeds raw and red until black fur layers over the weeping skin. The feathers become matted, clumping to oozing black puss, as the crow contorts and grows. Fur grows over the muscular body, and the wings crack and shift to Vale’s back.

The winged jaguar stands up. Alternating lifting and shaking each paw, the wrists and toes pop, pop, pop. “Ah, Jack the Snack, sorry to hear about your week. You are much too interesting to suffer from boredom or other nuisances. Hahaha, same to you, Cherna’o’clock!” One red eye winks, left then right, to each of them in turn. They could both see Vale winking at the other, because Vale believes in transparent authenticity.

Grease and fat oozes out of Vale’s chosen bighorn sheep, and the menace swiped vis grey tongue over vis teeth. “I believe the ardent’s supposed to prepare a feast for you, but I’d like to see anyone out do ya here! What a beautiful char. I suppose that’s elemental fire for ya!”

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