Pull at the Strings // bone arts and crafts

[VALE]

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graphic gore ★ genderfluid ★ skullface tiger

“Fine with me, Jor. But do a windchime or a dozen, so I have less of ‘em to do.” The tiger rested vis chin atop Jor’s head until the skald moved away. Friendly affection? Probably more than that, considering their blasted-on-catnip night when Vale’d returned.

Ve began tying string around vis bone chime pile, about halfway through when Night of No Stars asked his question. The skullface’s red eyes slid to the dark lion; ve hummed and scratched at a cheekbone with claws.

“Any size you want to make, really. We’ll need a bunch across the territory. The more unique each bone chime, the easier it’ll be to navigate around with them as landmarks.” Vale assumed that was why Olalla liked the bone chimes, though the ardents could have two completely different reasons for wanting to add more gore to the lands.

Blackjack arrived while Vale finished up tying the first bone chime (rat legs dangling centipede-like from a bovine skull) and nodded, tail-tip curling around the exposed vertebrae at the end. “Go ahead. But make a bone chime, too, eh?”

With all the questions answered and vis first bone chime completed, Vale huffed. Time for a break, eh? And so ve noticed Kold. Tilting vis head to the right, the skullface asked, point blank, “Hey, Kold, I can grab a bowl of glue for ya, if you’re having trouble keeping your insides inside.”

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