no meaning in my pretending || JOINING

[VALE]

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graphic gore ★ genderfluid ★ mutated jaguar

“You are the second creature with a mane to join. Hope the heat don’t make you a cranky-ass motherfucker.” Vale’s voice rang from the throat of a descending vulture; as the bird circled lower and lower, pieces of ver rained down upon the duo. Feathers. Talons. And then the beak, which Vale didn’t intend to but nevertheless accidentally attempted to drop between Aegon’s paws.

When the blight landed on four paws, leucistic fur sprouted over the jaguar’s exposed muscle and fat. Newly formed eyelids blinked over three red eyes, but blinked asynchronously, so ve never took vis eyes off the newcomer.

“As for Jack, he does have a temper.” Vale’s mouth curls into a too-wide, lopsided smirk. “I would tell you why, but the poor bastard’s suffered enough because of me, you know? Haha!”

Laughter bubbled out of the hyena’s throat; Vale sounded the opposite of apologetic. After all, taking Jack’s dragon body for a joyride in enemy territory? That was priceless. Vale considered thanking Jack for the opportunity, but ve didn’t want to encourage him and others to try eating ver.

Occasionally, consuming the consumer ranked as the highest fun. Too much, and, well… all things in moderation.

“I am Vale Aston, the ardent—leader—of the Pitt. Though the title Ardent of the Blooded Land is growing on me. Makes me sound like a fucking villain in a B-list fantasy movie.” Scoffing, the bandit rolled the topmost of vis eyes. “Welcome to my bloody lands, Aegon. Let’s hope you enjoy—survive!—your blooding. It’s always therapeutic to spend seven days on your own in the desert, isn’t it? Well, depends on your sanity levels, I suppose.”

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