I CAN'T BREATHE AT THE THOUGHT OF YOU // Vale

[VALE]

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graphic gore ★ genderfluid ★ crow shapeshifting to jaguar

“Not forgotten by you.” The crow chittered, about to continue, but paused. Was ve telling Dante or verself? Both. The answer to such a question, whenever you stopped to ask, was always both.

As Dante continued, the crow laughed. Yes. Enjoying goopy marshmallows and destroying obsidian pyramids… these things were Vale. So, too, was talking about consciousness to a so-high-he-could-die Dante. Or a sober Dante, though the hybrid rarely engaged as well without facilitating drugs.

“Dante remembers! Hahaha, memory smudges the lore, but the name endures. What is a mind untouched by time?” The little crow cackled, louder and louder, and hopped one step backwards. “Easy to remember, easy to forget. Time plays tricks on the mind, but who is to say time isn’t a construct of the mind?”

A long grey tongue flicked out of the crow’s beak. Black sludge dripped out of vis three eyes like viscous tears, and the tongue licked each one by one, but the sludge drip-dripped. Too fast to keep up! But the familiar taste of not-blood was Vale.

The crow could not pretend anymore. Ve had wanted to forget, if only for a short time, but Vale could no less deny vis nature than Dante could deny his.

Spreading vis wings, the crow’s limbs lengthened and the joints snapped! and popped! to keep up with the anatomical changes. The wings migrated down vis back. A new set of limbs erupted out of the black sludge, all grey flesh and primordial ooze, until greyscale fur hid the gore from view.

CAW! CAW! CAW! The murder of crows shrieked. When their boldest one wielded vis magic, it usually signified a feast.

But the melanistic jaguar blinking at Dante had no intention of eating him. Two red eyes, not three, stared at the hybrid.

Ve smirked around a set of shark teeth, arranged in a close replica to Dante’s own. “Forgive me for my dramatics.” The feather wings flicked black sludge off, showering the ground, and then settled tightly against Vale’s body.

“I was not planning on remembering myself for a long, long time.” The toothy smirk widened. “But I am not upset at this outcome.”

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