MONTHLY MEETING [ JULY 2021 ]

[VALE]

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graphic gore ★ genderfluid ★ 3-eyed crow

Flying in low, the three-eyed crow glided between two stones—lighting up a red flash into the sky—and circled above. The heat beat down upon all creatures, however, so Vale spiraled down to land in the shade.

After making a “scary face” at Coalition children (flesh oozing, teeth falling out of vis beak, the usual performance), Vale commandeered their water bowl. Sighing into the crow-sized bathtub, the ardent grumbled to verself about the heat, since when was the neutral lands as hot as the desert? Some fucking bullshit was up with the weather system, but, being a crow and all, Vale had no idea where to begin with investigating this trend.

Leaning back into the brim, Vale huffed and waved a wing at the Coalition’s kingpin. After all, Vale recognized the guy from the previous month’s. Though, to be far, every meeting was wayyyyy more boring than the first meeting Vale’d ever attended. Then again, it was hella hard to out-do yourself when your first meeting ends with you in a leader’s face and performing your first public rotting.

“Ayyyyye, you Condemned Asscracks. Tell me your home isn’t as fucking hot and goddamn miserable as this asshole’s shitstain of a humid fuckity fuck. ‘Cause, like, this? Is miserable. Fucking! Miserable! And I live next to a goddamn desert, I should know the difference between fuuuuck it’s hot and holy fuck am I in Hell?! heat.”

Honestly, with all that swearing, Vale didn’t honestly expect a real answer. This was mostly venting. Because Vale had a tendency to scream vis every thought anyway, so why should ve keep all these heat-related complaints to verself?

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