I AM THE AFTERMATH // pyramid destruction

[VALE]

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graphic gore ★ genderfluid ★ gore hyena

Vale rounded on Kian, gnashing vis teeth and giggling hysterically, and the hyena attempted to hurl a pawful of sand in the pirate’s mouth. Saliva and blood splattered from the decaying animal’s maw. As the ground trembled, Vale’s laughter rose in volume and pitch, until the beast practically screeched vis giggles.

Vis red eyes snapped back to Kian. “Oh, shut the fuck up! Did you show up to my bonfire? Did you greet the joiners I greeted? Did you see how epic my rap battle was?” Vale’s head bobbed from right to left as the hyena pranced in place. Ve snarled and grabbed a paint-filled pinata and attempted to fling it at Kian. “I am done with being told what to fucking do by useless fools. Like Gaelic Breath. Like whoever the fuck you are, you fat-mouthed shit-eater.”

“I did not come out of the wildlands to obey fat cats who don’t get off their asses. And if the rest of you are too braindead to see my point, just following orders like everyone else, then I can see I’m wasting my time trying to bring some life into this deadzone.”

Vale’s lips curled back. Ve exhaled smoke in a black puff, then turned to Chernabog. “Though I appreciate you, my friend, the only one who listened. Aside from Atticus. But, really, Atticus knew better than to stay here and tolerate this shit—should’ve left with him. Hahahahaha!” Vale’s laughter sounded pained, horrifically pained, and the hyena chomped another pinata and threw it into the collapsing pyramid. “Shoulda. Coulda. Woulda.”

The pinata exploded against the crumbling black stones, splattering the fractured building in red, and sprinkles of paint fell to the small crowd below. The eyes and words Vale’d previously painted over the structure fractured and came down in chunks. Everything was black stone and red—wet or dry—like a bloodstained black wolf. A dead wolf.

“Fuck this. I’m out!”

The last of the pyramid came down with a thump, spraying clouds of dirt and sand in every direction. Black wings gooped out of Vale’s back, ripping out of the bleeding and painted fur, and the hyena took to the sky.

“SMELL YOU LATER, FUCKERS!”

/ out

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