All feathers and energy, the crow tippy tapped on a low-hanging branch of the mystical tree. Vale hadn’t believed the rumors until ze saw the glowing stones for zirself. Having seen them, Vale still didn’t particularly care about their significance. Not a religious, spiritual, or even loyal fellow, the changeling never considered ‘sacrilege’ as a deterrent.
Red eyes glinting, Vale watched the animals trickling in. Ze spotted a particularly interesting rack of horns—which may form the best perch for the whole damn night—and chittered to zirself.
Hopping off the branch, zir wings unfolded, and ze gently swooped down, riding the night’s cooling air currents. Cawing, the crow touched down, zir talons gripping Roxanne’s draconic horns. Straightening up, Vale fluffed out zir wings.
“Aww, this looked so much more interesting from up there. At least I could imagine all the nasty little things you’d be saying to each other,” Vale said, tutting softly. “Why are you all so silent? Entertain me!”
One of Vale’s feathers dropped off. Then another, and another. The avian’s skin shivered and contorted, body elongating and flattening out. Vale beat zir wings again, the only part of zir body thus far untouched by the shapeshifting.
The black mamba coiled around Roxanne’s horn, wings outstretched. “But! But I know none of you know me. Hello, hello! Vale Aston. There. Meet and greet done.” Zir forked tongue flicked out. “See how utterly useless that was? Oh my god, Becky, look at that shapeshifting thingy. At least now we know zir name.”
The winged serpent huffed, glancing over the other animals for a second. “You. Two heads. Leader of the star watching idiots, right? Yeah, yeah, I know—I used to fucking live there, my brother used to lead the place, don’t bother yapping about explaining yourself. Just tell me, bozo, are you going to finally make that shithole less boring? Seriously, I don’t even know when I left! I think I just sleepwalked my way right out, and my life instantly improved!”
{ permission given by andy! }
Red eyes glinting, Vale watched the animals trickling in. Ze spotted a particularly interesting rack of horns—which may form the best perch for the whole damn night—and chittered to zirself.
Hopping off the branch, zir wings unfolded, and ze gently swooped down, riding the night’s cooling air currents. Cawing, the crow touched down, zir talons gripping Roxanne’s draconic horns. Straightening up, Vale fluffed out zir wings.
“Aww, this looked so much more interesting from up there. At least I could imagine all the nasty little things you’d be saying to each other,” Vale said, tutting softly. “Why are you all so silent? Entertain me!”
One of Vale’s feathers dropped off. Then another, and another. The avian’s skin shivered and contorted, body elongating and flattening out. Vale beat zir wings again, the only part of zir body thus far untouched by the shapeshifting.
The black mamba coiled around Roxanne’s horn, wings outstretched. “But! But I know none of you know me. Hello, hello! Vale Aston. There. Meet and greet done.” Zir forked tongue flicked out. “See how utterly useless that was? Oh my god, Becky, look at that shapeshifting thingy. At least now we know zir name.”
The winged serpent huffed, glancing over the other animals for a second. “You. Two heads. Leader of the star watching idiots, right? Yeah, yeah, I know—I used to fucking live there, my brother used to lead the place, don’t bother yapping about explaining yourself. Just tell me, bozo, are you going to finally make that shithole less boring? Seriously, I don’t even know when I left! I think I just sleepwalked my way right out, and my life instantly improved!”
{ permission given by andy! }
pittian ★ crow shapeshifting into a winged serpent ★ literally chaos
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all that is left is the change !
Descendants of the Departed ★ Inquisitor of Requiem's Creation
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