PRIVATE why does it matter where we bury our bodies?

[VALE]

graphic gore ★ genderpunk ★ lammergeier

The lammergeier’s beak sliced into the dead cheetah’s soft belly. Black sludge—the byproducts of bacteria eating the intestines once the immune system stopped fighting for survival—poured out. The smell of fresh fruit and yet wrong wrong wrong.

Seamus, Xanti’s brother, had rotted. The cheetah had been dead for almost a day and in direct sunlight. His body had held together for the journey to MNT Halelevu’s rim… but he was too decayed to cannibalize.

Except for a vulture! Like Vale! Honestly, Vale was hungry as fuck anyway?! Even if Seamus wasn’t, like, a Descendant of the Departed and Xanti’s almost-psychopath brother, Vale would’ve eaten this rotting corpse.

Vale snapped xyr beak together. Black sludge slid off xyr white feathers like water off a duck.

Xe’d eaten xyr fill. The vulture stared down at the cheetah: opened up chest cavity to devour his heart. Muscle ripped off the left side of his body. Vale’d feasted.

Softly cackling to xemself, Vale glanced at the lava below the lip. Then up to the sky where vultures and corvids circled. Vale stared up at the circling carrion birds and cackled louder. “Hahaha, poor little buddies, don’t they know I’m friendly?!”

CAUTERIZED AND ATROPHIED ★ THIS IS MY UNBECOMING ★ NOW I WAIT FOR THE