12-29-2020, 01:15 AM
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BUT I’M OVER IT NOW
[sub][W]isker[/sub]
graphic gore ★ genderfluid ★ bonefaced jaguar
// this takes place at the same time as this thread!
The vulture leaped off the ship’s bowsprit, wings outspread and feathers rustling. The ocean breeze hit Vale in full force, pushing the bird ashore, allowing the black blight to lead the team into the Typhoon’s jungle. Caw! Vale wordlessly screamed into the sky. Vis red eyes darted over the treetops, honed on a target hidden deep within the island, as Vale guided the raiders to one of the Typhoon’s greatest prizes.
Caw! Caw! Caw! The vulture broke through the jungle foliage, body dipping to the ground below, body streamlined against the air. Feathers ripped off vis flesh, leaving black puffs with gooey dots in vis wake.
The beak-faced jaguar landed on the Typhoon’s temple’s stairs. The caws transmuted into gurgling laughter, and the shapeshifter glanced behind ver to the Ironclad following. Ve mimmed tilting the brim of a hat. The beak slipped down vis face. Ve pushed it up with a paw, but it dislodged from vis black goop and shattered on the mossy steps.
No matter. The bonefaced jaguar sighed and pawed at the remaining flesh on vis skull. The rotting sludge dripped between vis claws, and Vale pressed vis foul paw to the temple’s door. It creaked open.
“My friends, didn’t I promise more medicine than you’d need in a year?” Vale tutted vis grey tongue and slid the dry muscle over vis white teeth. “Well. Be thorough. The Typhoon and the Coalition alike are too focused on each other to mind a few vultures like us, hahaha, see what I did there?”
YOU NEVER TRUSTED ME ★ The vulture leaped off the ship’s bowsprit, wings outspread and feathers rustling. The ocean breeze hit Vale in full force, pushing the bird ashore, allowing the black blight to lead the team into the Typhoon’s jungle. Caw! Vale wordlessly screamed into the sky. Vis red eyes darted over the treetops, honed on a target hidden deep within the island, as Vale guided the raiders to one of the Typhoon’s greatest prizes.
Caw! Caw! Caw! The vulture broke through the jungle foliage, body dipping to the ground below, body streamlined against the air. Feathers ripped off vis flesh, leaving black puffs with gooey dots in vis wake.
The beak-faced jaguar landed on the Typhoon’s temple’s stairs. The caws transmuted into gurgling laughter, and the shapeshifter glanced behind ver to the Ironclad following. Ve mimmed tilting the brim of a hat. The beak slipped down vis face. Ve pushed it up with a paw, but it dislodged from vis black goop and shattered on the mossy steps.
No matter. The bonefaced jaguar sighed and pawed at the remaining flesh on vis skull. The rotting sludge dripped between vis claws, and Vale pressed vis foul paw to the temple’s door. It creaked open.
“My friends, didn’t I promise more medicine than you’d need in a year?” Vale tutted vis grey tongue and slid the dry muscle over vis white teeth. “Well. Be thorough. The Typhoon and the Coalition alike are too focused on each other to mind a few vultures like us, hahaha, see what I did there?”
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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