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

[VALE]

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graphic gore ★ genderfluid ★ mutated jaguar

“Sure, sure, always better to relax in the comfort of a den. Eh?” Vale shrugged, touched a paw to vis jaw, and popped it one way, then the other. “I’m not worried about the risk to myself, only to you. Cursed to immortality—didn’t I tell you, haha!—can’t kill me, though many have tried, many have cried, many have….”

Vale trailed off, vis red eyes narrowing, as the words suddenly vanished out of vis head. The oddest sense of deja vu eclipsed the present, if only for a moment, and Vale’s jaw clenched. Had ve said this before? This exact phrase? Yes. Probably, no. Maybe.

The jaguar chewed a hole straight through vis cheek. Red blood and black ooze dripped between vis teeth and wetted the black fur along the remaining flesh. But Vale only noticed because of the yucky taste.

Spitting out the tissue into the sand, Vale sighed heavily. “Ugh. Really need to dull nihilism’s edge, you feel me?”

Inhaling sharply, the jaguar straightened up and popped all the vertebrae in vis neck in one stretch. “But. In all seriousness—haha, what a joke—I would not be mad if you thought first of your safety. If we are discovered, go ahead and say you captured me—haha, a joke, who can bottle wildfire?–for, as I have said, I have seen it all! Experienced it all! There is nothing your Pitt can do that I haven’t endured a thousand times, but, for you, it would not be so trivial.”

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