bury me in roses // settling in, open, brymstone

[VALE]

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graphic gore ★ genderfluid ★ skullfaced tiger

The Dragon King’s replica glanced to him as he entered vis domain. On closer inspection, Vale’s recreation failed; the red markings on Brymstone’s body had been left off, with the most prominent only a smidge darker or lighter than the surrounding fur. The bandit hummed, rubbing vis throat, and tore vis gaze from the mirror.

“I decided on a temporary voice, yes,” Vale said, voice smooth as honey. Vis pitch warbled in the androgynous area between masculine and feminine; Vale always enjoyed discombobulating idiots with such a tool as simple and malleable as a voice. 

Vale chuckled, turned vis face behind a paw. “Divine? You’re flirting again. But I do like this body. I might use it again.” The bandit shook out the paw, popping every joint from the toe beans up to the shoulder.

The imperfect copy exhaled a puff of smoke between vis massive fangs. Red flames curled on vis ear shells, snuffed out in a moment, as Vale couldn’t help verself. Perhaps watching the dragons show off for each other had rubbed off on Vale; the shapeshifter stole more than other’s faces.

Tapping their foreheads together, bone clicking on bone, Vale’s red eyes met Brymstone’s glowing sockets. “Are you…” Vale paused. Searched for the right word, amongst the salt and smoke between vis ears. “Courting me?”

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