bless me of father ; vale

[VALE]

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graphic gore ★ genderfluid ★ 3-eyed cheetah

The crow landed upon a bovine skull, claws curled around the horn. Ve watched Livingdead for a few seconds, head tilting too and fro, as ve considered the method behind her madness. She looked upon the corpses with envy—and upon Vale and Arfur, in a way—when she’d joined. Vale was intrigued.

Wings beating in a frenzy, Vale straightened up as vis body spasmed. Feathers fell out in clumps, revealing bubbling flesh. Black sludge dripped from wherever the muscle outgrew the skin, healing over and ripping apart as the body jolted and contracted as Vale forced vis body to lengthen and change.

The wings became bones stitched together by sinew. Each convulsion dragged them through the sands until the pair of limbs arranged themselves upon vis back. Muscle regrew. Then leathery skin.

All of vis joints crackled and popped, turning and twisting in unnatural ways. A set of limbs ripped out of the spinal column just below the neck, and those, too, snapped into proper alignment as legs. Vale’s shape became unmistakably mammalian, then feline, and with the addition of a snake-like tail and spindly arrangement of the legs with a spotted pelt, ve became unmistakably cheetah.

The body stilled. For a full second, nothing moved.

Then Vale drew breath, pulling the paws underneath the torso and rising to vis paws. The black wings spread upon vis back—intimidating, yes, but intended for assistance in balancing this new shape—as Vale turned vis head to look upon Livingdead with vis three red eyes.

“You act as though you’ve a question for the corpses.” Vale drew a grey tongue over vis teeth and pushed vis jaw with a paw. Pop!

A smirk flashed across vis muzzle. Not because of her; Vale suddenly realized ve’d done variations of this theatrical shapeshifting as a flirting ritual twice before with Brymstone and Jor, so this was unmistakably a pattern. Was this vis form of romance? Likely not; Vale had never understood romance, and all of this was simply a thrill.

“Perhaps you can ask me instead?” Vale’s smirk deepened, and black sludge dripped down from vis maw to discolor vis chin. “Quite fucking obviously, I’m something in between you and a corpse.”

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