a higher purpose never worked for me // visitor

[VALE]

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graphic gore ★ genderfluid ★ ninazu's serval body

Within the kingpin’s hut, Ninazu’s serval body stirs. The paws twitch, one at a time, and the wildcat’s eyes open. They glimmer, they glisten—but they are not gold. Not this time. Red cracks in the irises, permanently muddying up their color. The body snaps and pops as Vale twists this way and that, feeling out this foreign bundle of nerves and flesh.

The serval walks like a pendulum, swaying lightly, paws crossing one over the other, out onto the beach. One ram horn cracks and falls to the sand. The other follows. The exposed flesh oozes blood like pus from a festered wound. Rotting. Everything rots.

Death fascinates Vale. Decay bubbles against vis skin like a lover’s touch, and the sensation follows Vale wherever the menace flies. Vale has shapeshifted this way for so long, Vale can’t remember whether the decay is a choice or not. But it doesn’t matter, really. Because Vale wouldn’t have it any other way.

“I was promised an audience with Stryker.” Vale’s voice hisses out of vis throat. The pink tongue splits down the middle, bleeding and contorting into a serpent’s forked tongue. “Seeing as I was given neither time nor date, it will be now. Because, really, who has the time to travel all this way! I do, of course, but, then, I cheat, don’t I? Yes.”

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