MY SCARS SHALL BURN THE GROUND FOR THE GOD OF ROT

[VALE]

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graphic gore ★ genderfluid ★ 3-eyed hyena

Black sludge drips from the hyena’s maw. Flesh falls away from Vale’s skull until bare bone remains, yellow and gleaming under the harsh desert sun. Strips of this flesh foul up the sands beside vis paws as ve stands with Kold and Blackjack. Despite the sickly sweet rot and smoke wafting from vis body, Vale’s three red eyes burn bright.

“Oi, motherfucker, you’ve got my attention.” Vis grey tongue pokes out from between molars and incisors, licking at vis own left eyeball. “I assume you’re looking for me? Though I have no fucking idea who you are?”

The hyena’s skull tilts. Vale has lived centuries, hopping from one decaying body to another in an endless curse of life amongst rot, but ve’s never been worshiped as a god. “But I don’t do favors for anyone not in the Pitt. Are you here to follow my orders—or here to eat me?” Vale giggles an awful hyena cackle.

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