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BUT I’M OVER IT NOW
[sub][W]isker[/sub]
graphic gore ★ genderfluid ★ wolf shapeshifting to crow
“Oh, hello!” the winged wolf cawed from the trees. Vale stood up, teetering on the branch, and waved a skeletal paw. The paw’s wrist cracked. “GREETINGS! Typhoon healers.”
Vale’s wrist popped clean off, dropped through the air, and attempted to land on Gael’s head. The wolf sat down, made an obviously fake surprised face, and tapped vis remaining forelimb to vis chest. “Oh? Was that me? Was that bundle of bones me, from me? I suppose you’ll ignore that, like you ignored my slam poetry? You know! In a proper rap battle, not even bothering to show would eliminate you!” Black puss dripped from Vale’s face, ran down vis chest, and the heavy liquid dragged ragged clumps of fur along with it.
The red eyed wolf, wings pinned to vis sides, leaped off the branch and smattered on the ground. Bones snapped! Rotting flesh bounced! And in the beaten clump of rotting gore, a little crow tore itself free of tangled tendons and rib bones. The crow tutted to vemself and fluttered over to Roan and Rosemary.
“Woe is me, for I have many, ahem, issues! Many points of sorrow, indeed! Thoughts dripping out, out, out! I would ask our fleshmender for therapy, but I'm afraid I need someone mOrE iMpArTiAl than tHe LeAdEr'S dAuGhTeR!! The leader, whom, I must add, ignores my very existence, hahaha, can you see? How that would? Drive anyone mad?” Vale did a little jig, hopping from foot to foot, and stuck out vis tongue at Aine.
Blood weeped from the center of vis forehead, and an eye sprouted out of the wound. Bowed low, ve bobbed vis head and turned back to the healers. “Will one of you therapy my brain?"
YOU NEVER TRUSTED ME ★ Vale’s wrist popped clean off, dropped through the air, and attempted to land on Gael’s head. The wolf sat down, made an obviously fake surprised face, and tapped vis remaining forelimb to vis chest. “Oh? Was that me? Was that bundle of bones me, from me? I suppose you’ll ignore that, like you ignored my slam poetry? You know! In a proper rap battle, not even bothering to show would eliminate you!” Black puss dripped from Vale’s face, ran down vis chest, and the heavy liquid dragged ragged clumps of fur along with it.
The red eyed wolf, wings pinned to vis sides, leaped off the branch and smattered on the ground. Bones snapped! Rotting flesh bounced! And in the beaten clump of rotting gore, a little crow tore itself free of tangled tendons and rib bones. The crow tutted to vemself and fluttered over to Roan and Rosemary.
“Woe is me, for I have many, ahem, issues! Many points of sorrow, indeed! Thoughts dripping out, out, out! I would ask our fleshmender for therapy, but I'm afraid I need someone mOrE iMpArTiAl than tHe LeAdEr'S dAuGhTeR!! The leader, whom, I must add, ignores my very existence, hahaha, can you see? How that would? Drive anyone mad?” Vale did a little jig, hopping from foot to foot, and stuck out vis tongue at Aine.
Blood weeped from the center of vis forehead, and an eye sprouted out of the wound. Bowed low, ve bobbed vis head and turned back to the healers. “Will one of you therapy my brain?"
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
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