A NEW BEGINNING ; intro

[VALE]

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graphic gore ★ genderfluid ★ 3-eyed crow

Claws perched upon the bleached bones of a mounted skull, the little black crow waited. Rituals, tricky bastards. Interfering could prevent whatever squishy flesh forming from consolidating, but where’s the fun in that?

All three eyes upon the goop, Vale watched the sickly lion form. Familiarity, almost, gleamed in vis red eyes; the ardent had suffered countless rebirths. When one endures such twisting of the flesh often enough, a laziness takes over, because flesh is flesh, bodies are fleeting and temporary, and why bother stitching together life when decay is easier?

“A ritual to summon?” Vale leaned forward, beak tilting, and narrowed the leftmost eye analytically. “Or what, what, what?”

Wings spreading wide, Vale cawed wordlessly.

“Regardless, you have entered my desert. This is a vipers’ nest of violence and scarce resources… so aptly named The Pitt, despite its flat terrain.”

All three eyes squinted. “I am Vale Aston. Doubt you’ve heard of me. Doubt I’ve heard of you.” Vis wings fidgeted—itchy itchy itchy!—and a black feather drifted down to the sand. “Doubt this whole world cares about two mayflies passing by.”

YOU NEVER TRUSTED ME ★
BUT I’M OVER IT NOW
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