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BUT I’M OVER IT NOW
[sub][W]isker[/sub]
graphic gore ★ genderfluid ★ gore serval
A leggy abomination scuttled over, something resembling a serval with far too many legs. Some were short stumps jutting out of Vale’s back. Others operated as fully functional limbs, holding up part of Vale’s weight as the creature walked across the sands. Their pawsteps were light and barely left a trail, due to the weight distribution across all the limbs.
However, Vale tired of this body, just as Vale tired of all bodies eventually. The limbs CRACKED, splintering off and landing in the sand. The limbs, , oozing puss and rusty liquid, deteriorated the moment they left Vale’s body. The sand became a discolored, gory mess, not that Vale noticed or cared. Red sores, left where the limbs had fallen off, coated the feline’s body, and the creature appeared more flesh than black fur.
“HI! there.” Vale curled vis upper lip and raised one of vis remaining two forelimbs to pick at vis fangs. A bit of gunk got in there, probably from eating one of the rotting limbs on the way over. The disgusting fluids dripped down Vale’s throat and chest, but Vale never bothered cleaning off that. The teeth! The teeth mattered more than the fur.
“I am Vale Aston. Pleasure to meet you, Ell-the-Bell. Don’t mind me, just eating my own leg over here.” To prove the point, Vale picked up one of the fallen legs and began munching on it. Ah, delicious flesh. Nothing like eating your homegrown meat!
YOU NEVER TRUSTED ME ★ However, Vale tired of this body, just as Vale tired of all bodies eventually. The limbs CRACKED, splintering off and landing in the sand. The limbs, , oozing puss and rusty liquid, deteriorated the moment they left Vale’s body. The sand became a discolored, gory mess, not that Vale noticed or cared. Red sores, left where the limbs had fallen off, coated the feline’s body, and the creature appeared more flesh than black fur.
“HI! there.” Vale curled vis upper lip and raised one of vis remaining two forelimbs to pick at vis fangs. A bit of gunk got in there, probably from eating one of the rotting limbs on the way over. The disgusting fluids dripped down Vale’s throat and chest, but Vale never bothered cleaning off that. The teeth! The teeth mattered more than the fur.
“I am Vale Aston. Pleasure to meet you, Ell-the-Bell. Don’t mind me, just eating my own leg over here.” To prove the point, Vale picked up one of the fallen legs and began munching on it. Ah, delicious flesh. Nothing like eating your homegrown meat!
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