Nothin's sacred, but it's a living! // Vale

[VALE]

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graphic gore ★ genderfluid ★ feathered komodo monitor

The Komodo monitor stood on the ground, toes in the mud, as ve looked up to supervise the crew. The ragtag workers—some slaves, others not—were putting in support beams for the treehouse’s second level, and Vale was doing the all-important task of tossing up the next structural piece.

Fuck if the outposts were useful, because Vale was fucking tired of doing construction for a week straight. Ve finished handing off the last piece to the crew working above, then shook off vis feathery pelt like a wet dog.

“Mezrith, if only you spoke from experience,” Vale said, flicking out vis tongue on the last word. “But, eh, you’re a tiny little thing without powers useful to building. Wouldn’t want you getting squished.”

Vale glanced up at the crew still working. Seemed like they had things handled. Though, if ve left now, chances are they’d slack off… which was not great, since they still needed to make more of these fucking outposts around the territory.

“Honestly? Yeah, I could use a distraction.” Vale scratched the feathers on vis neck, carefully, with overgrown claws. “You’re all snakey-snake like, eh? Do you swallow your prey whole like em? Or do you have boring mammal jaws? Cause I'd pay to see a little feline like you eat a capybara in one bite.”

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