they call kids like us vicious [open/returning?]

[VALE]

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graphic gore ★ genderfluid ★ mutated wolf

The wolf hummed along with Cherna’s comments. Vis grin turned fiendish and wide, exposing wiggling white teeth pulsing against an off-grey gumline. Vale tilted vis head, tutting. Each flick of vis tongue pushed out a tooth one by one, and jagged shark teeth grew in place of the canine teeth ve’d lost.

“Did I miss your name? Or did you forget to give it?” The wolf chuckled. “Or have you been lost so long, you’ve forgotten? I would understand if you did. Quite forgivable! The wildlands are a ca-razy place to live, and they made me who I am today. Well. Rather. I was already like this! But I never expressed myself, you know, until all that solitude brought every awful truth about myself to the surface.”

Vale lifted a paw to the other side of vis face, then looked at the pawpad with an irritated glare. “No. Bad paw! Can you, you know, not do this while I’m talking to people? I would absolutely love to have a conversation without tearing my own face off!” Vale rolled vis eyes, all four of them, and looked back at Fourthwall. “Breaking the habit’s a work in progress, obviously. Didn’t even realize I did this all the time, until I returned from the wilds. Even then! Took me a month to notice.”

The wolf slouched over with a sigh, rubbing vis grey tongue over vis jagged teeth until it bled. “Oh, how can I list all the ways? Gael’s an idiot. He’s trying to turn us into a little trading port with some ittle wittle espionage activity on the side. As if that makes up for the territory burned down by a Roux! As if that is proper revenge against the Typhoon for taking over the place! Idiot. He didn’t even show up to my political slam poetry event… though, to be fair, I would’ve roasted his ass in the figurative and literal sense.”

Vale sighed, waved a paw over vis eyes, and portentously collapsed in the sand. “Oh, woe is me, to try to better the Pitt through my individual cunning and intellect, but the leader won’t even show for a rap battle, never mind a real one! Haha. What a loser, am I right?” The shapeshifter removed the paw and winked at Fourthwall with the one eyelid—the hellhound would be able to tell, by the overly exaggerated smirk and squinty motion.

Then Sweeny came over, and Vale grimaced. “Yikes! Oh, boy, so this is Fourthwall, aye? I suppose he better make it up to you! Otherwise, this is gonna be really awkward for everyone.”

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