03-28-2022, 01:11 PM
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BUT I’M OVER IT NOW
[sub][W]isker[/sub]
graphic gore ★ genderfluid ★ five-eyed white wolf
The crow’s leisurely flight over the jungle was rudely interrupted by a harsh, ringing cry. Though the cursed creature had wandered the world for years, Vale required a few seconds to remember where ve’d heard the peculiar sound before. The fuck was an elk doing in the Pitt? Eh, it was probably tastier than whatever loser corpse ve’d find on the border’s outskirts.
Dipping vis right wing to turn, the blight changed course and headed for the jungle. It wasn’t difficult to pick out the source of the sound: go where the birds fled.
When Vale spotted Olalla, the crow rolled vis red eyes. Ah. Not a tasty snack, then, but hopefully an interesting encounter. Ardents didn’t scream for attention without a reason. Unless their name was Vale.
The crow stopped flying. Ve dropped like a stone—so much faster than landing gracefully—and splattered against the rocks.
After a moment of stillness, the blackened flesh twitched. Bones cracked and lengthened. The beak elongated and grew teeth. The skull reknit itself into a canid shape, supporting five eye sockets and a lolling tongue.
The skeleton stood up and shook verself off. Sludge splattered the nearby rocks as white fur bloomed over exposed flesh. After a final stretch in downward dog, the wolf pawed at vis jaw—popped it on the left, then the right—and looked at Olalla.
“You rang?”
YOU NEVER TRUSTED ME ★ Dipping vis right wing to turn, the blight changed course and headed for the jungle. It wasn’t difficult to pick out the source of the sound: go where the birds fled.
When Vale spotted Olalla, the crow rolled vis red eyes. Ah. Not a tasty snack, then, but hopefully an interesting encounter. Ardents didn’t scream for attention without a reason. Unless their name was Vale.
The crow stopped flying. Ve dropped like a stone—so much faster than landing gracefully—and splattered against the rocks.
After a moment of stillness, the blackened flesh twitched. Bones cracked and lengthened. The beak elongated and grew teeth. The skull reknit itself into a canid shape, supporting five eye sockets and a lolling tongue.
The skeleton stood up and shook verself off. Sludge splattered the nearby rocks as white fur bloomed over exposed flesh. After a final stretch in downward dog, the wolf pawed at vis jaw—popped it on the left, then the right—and looked at Olalla.
“You rang?”
BUT I’M OVER IT NOW
[sub][W]isker[/sub]
METAMORPHOSIS
all that is left is the change !
Descendants of the Departed ★ Inquisitor of Requiem's Creation