CALCULATION | reconnaissance call

[VALE]

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graphic gore ★ genderfluid ★ melanistic fox

Vale shook vemself as ve came over, an amorphous blob of twisting shapes and gory limbs. Limbs sloughed off, one at a time, until Vale stood in front of Gael with a lazy smirk. Besides the color differences, the two looked quite identical.

“Oh, litte fox man, what so ever do you mean?” Vale picked up the largest of the rotting limbs and gnawed on it. The black goop exploded between vis teeth, but Vale grinned at the taste and dove in for more.

“Reconnaissance is so vague, don’t you think?” Vale’s grey tongue slipped over vis teeth, and the melanistic fox yawned wide. “Are the volunteers going to perform like regular old spies, taking a great deal of risk by going undercover? Are they simply going to sit at the border and sniff around for stupid little facts? Do you have a target group in mind?”

The fox’s tail flicked. White spots bloomed on the fur, starting as innocent dots and bursting into jagged shapes. “Seriously. You can’t have it both ways, you know, throwing away the perfect opportunity to reclaim more territory… because, what is this? Reconnaissance? Much more risk for so little rewards. Isn’t it much more sensible to ally with another force and topple our enemies? We shouldn’t tiptoe around like weaklings.”

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