to what do we owe | walking corpse

[SOJOURN]

The poor thing had wondered quite far from home, hadn't  she? The undead lioness felt stifled there, alarmingly so. She needed to find food as well but she couldn't just snack on other members. Well, she could but she was sure that her dear brother would have a problem with that. After all he was making the Coalition soft now. Neutralizing them into a whisper of what they once was. A pity. It still irritated her, she wanted her throne back but it was not meant to be. It was not in the cards, in her fate. So now she was here to linger within the desert and it's heated sands. Slowly her lipless mouth parted, sharp teeth exposed to the world as she thought of her surroundings. She had been here before but nothing had come of it. She had thought very little of the Ardent that had been in power then. But what did that matter now? She was just so hungry. Her stomach twisting and rolling. Calling for the taste of flesh.

Paws brushed against sand as she made her way along the acrid area, eyes searching and looking up to the clouds. Drool dripped from her muzzle and light pink eyes became deepened in color, saturated as the whites of her eyes turned completely black. Horned skull dipped low as she sniffed and she continued forward with one thought in mind. She would ravage and eat. Fill her stomach with the gift if food even as skin rotted and showed ribs and moving organs.

[member=3123]vale[/member]

[VALE]

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graphic gore ★ genderfluid ★ gorey shapeshifting

// content warning for even more gore than usual for a vale post

The crow dived from the sky. As ve drew closer to the ground, vis flesh boiled over and expanded, leaving a comet trail of thin smoke. When the ground was close enough to touch, Vale’s wings unfurled and caught the air against vis dark feathers.

Vale stepped onto the ground. Black sludge shimmered on sand wherever Vale stepped, and the jaguar’s maw lolled to the left. “I could see the hunger in your stalk from all the way up there.” Vale’s grey tongue slid out and licked an exposed red eye. “And that is a form of beauty.”

Vis right shoulder popped. Then the whole leg sagged, limp, like a cut marionette.

Vale sunk vis teeth into the dislocated shoulder and ripped. For a jaguar’s jaws crushed a turtle’s shell with brute force, so why shouldn’t it crush its own flesh? The fangs pierced down to the bone. One thrash of the head ripped the muscle. A second snapped the stubborn sinew.

Ve tossed the leg at the zombified lioness. “Eat it. Unless you’d rather burn after harming one of mine.”

Already reconstructing vis body, the feline shrunk. Excess skin sloughed off from the belly as the torso narrowed and vis legs narrowed into spindles. But the wings remained upright and glossy. The severed limb, slower to change than the rest, throbbed pink and raw and oozing until the fur regrew.

The melanism trait and the spots faded. The coat was grey. Nothing special. The black ear-tufts combined with the pelt made Vale’s new form recognizable as a colorless, winged caracal.

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

[bonnie]

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Shit. Bonnie did not expect to see an Ardent ripping off their own leg today to feed to a newcomer. Not something on this years bingo card. Not knowing of his regenerative abilities Bonnie hurried her pace towards the two, golden bangles chiming which each step. "I-" the wolf stopped herself before she could get a word out. The jaguar's leg at sealed itself shut and was rapidly growing to it's original form. Bonnie was stunned into silence, eyes locked on Vale's reforming appendage, part in horror and part in fascination. She didn't even take in the presence of the other feline as she sat herself a few feet away from the pair, careful to not intrude on Vales space despite her curiosity.
If only everyone was so lucky as the Ardent. There wouldn't be so many dead bodies on Bonnies paws. Failed treatments or people too far gone to come back. She couldn't see the downsides to this cancerous growth. Not after all she'd seen. Vale's miracle could never be reproduced by Bonnie, but oh how many times she would think of this instance in the years after. The beauty and gruesomeness of it all.

[Kold]

I WANNA BE NOTICED TOO!

kold — female — Pitt — Newblood — Hard — Bio

"Oh, you'd give this lady your own leg and not give me one? Damn." Kold snorted, half angry and half amused. She looked at Bonnie, at Vale, and finally at Sojourn. Her tail flicked, as did her ears, as she examined this stranger. Had she seen her before? Maybe, two years ago. Eyes focused then on the leg itself, and she flinched. "That is fucking freaky." She rumbled, but smirked and looked to Sojourn again.

"You look downright grody. Gruesome. Quite badass, I should note." She nodded, useless wings twitching.

#psy.

[blackjack]

Blackjack had seen people from all walks of life as a formerly-nomadic bounty hunter, but never in his life a dead man (or woman) walking. Inquisitive eyes fell upon the undead lioness on behalf of the horned jaguar, who sauntered over out of sheer curiosity. The whole scene was a mystery to him — a real, living zombie of sorts right before his eyes, this other ardent Vale tearing off vis leg for the beast and instructing her to eat it, and all the others gathered around them to watch this spectacle in awe just as he was.

Truly there was a first time for everything, it seemed.

"Better you than one of us," the feline murmured to Vale, acknowledging vis'...kind?...offer to sacrifice vis own leg to the lioness in the place of the undead creature preying on some unsuspecting Pittian another time. A generous sacrifice, he had to admit, and one that he certainly wouldn't have done himself. Curious eyes failed to abandon the lioness as Jackie's mind raced. She needed flesh and blood to survive, and he was a bringer of death. She was useful to him, should he ever need a body to be disposed of. This was a fact that he could not forget. "Let me know if you ever need feeding. I'll see what I can do," he quipped, his tone lighthearted and somewhat humorous yet laced with an eerie seriousness. Perhaps he meant the offer. Perhaps not. It would be open to the lioness' own interpretation.

[glow=#f4c430,2,300]how to rob men blind[/glow] — ♠