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BUT I’M OVER IT NOW
[sub][W]isker[/sub]
graphic gore ★ genderfluid ★ bonehead hyena
Vale nodded as Cherna spoke, in complete agreement with the dragoness. “Only fools would say we’re deadweight, ha! Though that wouldn’t be the first time we’ve encountered that bullshit.” Vale rolled vis red eyes as memories of the Pitt flashed in vis mind; how dare idiots who never showed their faces tell ver how to “contribute.”
The bonehead’s three eyes slid to the old fart when he spoke, sighing exasperatedly and waving a paw in the air. The next instant, the hyena snapped vis fangs together. “I never joke about there being one too many single skins like you around, do I?” Vale hissed, vis teeth snapping together. “If your masses are incapable of change, then perhaps they best take a leaf from my book? Or, better, take a pound from the flesh I’ll shed. Eat my leftovers! I promise it’s tastier than the shit you forcefed your children. How else does an entire group become so intolerant?”
Vale’s neck fur flattened down as the hyena half-submerged vis skull. Air bubbled at the surface, above where Vale snorted out an exhale. The hyena looked to Brymstone, listening to the Dragon King’s words, but ve couldn’t help but notice how he’d failed to react to the old tiger’s words. Ve sighed out the rest of the oxygen in vis lungs—the shit other people put up with in the name of unity, ugh, ve needed a barf bag.
The bonehead raised vis skull out of the water, water and smoke pouring out of vis throat. “I’m sure my imitation fails to capture the beauty of the original.” Vale giggled softly, yet again, and chomped on vis tongue. “I believe I messed up the number of eyes, haha, didn’t I? It’s difficult to retrain the mind once you’re used to trinocular vision.”
Vale pulled verself out of the water. “And that is the polite way to say hot spring time is over, eh? Very well. Are we traveling by land or by wing?” The hyena glanced between Cherna and Brymstone with a nod.
YOU NEVER TRUSTED ME ★ The bonehead’s three eyes slid to the old fart when he spoke, sighing exasperatedly and waving a paw in the air. The next instant, the hyena snapped vis fangs together. “I never joke about there being one too many single skins like you around, do I?” Vale hissed, vis teeth snapping together. “If your masses are incapable of change, then perhaps they best take a leaf from my book? Or, better, take a pound from the flesh I’ll shed. Eat my leftovers! I promise it’s tastier than the shit you forcefed your children. How else does an entire group become so intolerant?”
Vale’s neck fur flattened down as the hyena half-submerged vis skull. Air bubbled at the surface, above where Vale snorted out an exhale. The hyena looked to Brymstone, listening to the Dragon King’s words, but ve couldn’t help but notice how he’d failed to react to the old tiger’s words. Ve sighed out the rest of the oxygen in vis lungs—the shit other people put up with in the name of unity, ugh, ve needed a barf bag.
The bonehead raised vis skull out of the water, water and smoke pouring out of vis throat. “I’m sure my imitation fails to capture the beauty of the original.” Vale giggled softly, yet again, and chomped on vis tongue. “I believe I messed up the number of eyes, haha, didn’t I? It’s difficult to retrain the mind once you’re used to trinocular vision.”
Vale pulled verself out of the water. “And that is the polite way to say hot spring time is over, eh? Very well. Are we traveling by land or by wing?” The hyena glanced between Cherna and Brymstone with a nod.
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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