TELL ME WHO I AM // jack, vale, and gore

[VALE]

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graphic gore ★ genderfluid ★ three-eyed crow

Cawing in unison, the largest murder to grace the Pitt’s desert descends upon one lonely oasis. The plague of intelligent birds rips the foliage to shreds, steals carrion from the local buzzards, and consumes everything in their path. Nothing edible escapes their notice in the murder’s flight across the desert. They never intended to come this deep; they want to flee into familiar forests.

But the three-eyed one leads them deeper into the parched lands.

Many died of dehydration; the murder descended upon their corpses and left their bones upon the sands. Less died than you would expect.

For all the madness of the three-eyed one, ve killed for them and, when there was none, created food out of nothing by becoming meat. Thus the murder would eat, for a time, and one out of their many would grow a third eye. The cycle continued, destruction and creation, as the days grew hotter.

None thought to ask the three-eyed crow why the murder flew deeper into the desert. If any had asked, the three-eyed one wouldn’t have been able to explain.

The three-eyed crow forgot everything, again. And not for the first time.

Dante should have known. The drug addict had seen Vale as a shadow of verself, and only speaking the menace’s name broke the spell.

Vale verself should have known. Remembering every committed sin, remembering every failure, and remembering every dear truth you forgot, all of these things hurt. Nobody can ingest an immortal’s worth of memories in one afternoon, one fortnight, one dreary twilight… including Vale.

Ve forgot vis brother’s face and name long ago. Now, the three-eyed crow forgot vis name and face anew. Perhaps on the sixth day of the blooding. Not the first, certainly not the first.

The three-eyed one flutters vis wings and lands among the tiny pool. The other crows hop out of the way, as if the three-eyed one is a god among them, and the three-eyed one drinks. There is never enough water in a desert, unless you are a god, and you can kill your enemies or your followers to sate your hunger.

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