a higher purpose never worked for me // visitor

[VALE]

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graphic gore ★ genderfluid ★ ninazu's serval body

Vale squinted at Caesar, utterly perplexed at this yellow cat. This thingy wanted shapeshifting to hurt? Even ve wasn’t that kinky. The serval glanced to the others, but only the lioness responded to the weirdo’s statement—holy hell, then the weirdo probably acted like this on the regular. “Well. If you’re looking for pain, you can always pay someone to flog you. Or do it yourself, but I believe flagellation has fallen out of style.” Shesh, the savannah would have to be dumb as a rock to not figure that’s easier than acquiring shapeshifting for the same purpose, but Vale didn’t have a high opinion of his intelligence.

Vis red gaze flicked back to the bunny and doggo duo, and the serval nodded. “Later, indeed. I will likely be busy for… a while. Taking over the Pitt’s hard work!”

The shapeshifter chuckled to vemself, front paws tapping on the jungle soil in giddy excitement. “Ah, there I go, letting the cat out of the bag! I am Vale Aston, perhaps the most unique and intelligent Pittian currently in the desert! The current leader is quite a fucking moron, if I do say so myself, and a spineless little coward.” Vale rolled vis eyes, tapped vis chin with a paw, and sighed.

Vale fluttered vis wings, glanced behind vem to look at them, and frowned—their color spasmed and flickered, white spots blooming out of the black until the entire wings turned stark white. It showed the blood splatters much better, at least to Vale’s colorblind ass, and the shapeshifter looked at Stryker after the process completed.

“Ah, Stryker! I’m glad you showed up. I was just getting to the good bits.” Vale pointed to Stryker, then to each condemned wanderer in attendance. “Well. I challenged the current ardent when Stryker showed up at the Pitt’s borders. And you know what the idiot did? He ignored me. How is that even possible, you may be wondering, since I am such a loud and flamboyant individual… well, with willful ignorance, of course! Gael is a big dumb baby afraid of a fight, clearly.”

“Stryker here implied he supported my claim to the throne. Because I, if I am ardent, will support your goals to claim more territory… assuming the Pitt gets a slice of that pie. The Typhoon burned down our trees, after all, and that is something to be salty about!” Vale grinned, flashing vis fangs. In truth, the bandit would backstab the condemned without a second thought after ve got vis way, but until then… well, the Pitt did need the Coalition’s help to increase their territory, and nobody but Vale was willing to do anything about it!

“I have a pawful of supporters. However, one is critically injured. Obviously, I cannot coup the Pitt with myself and these few individuals… I’m planning on challenging Gael again, right out in the open, in a few day’s time. But I doubt the coward will do anything about it! So I’m planning ahead!” Vale cackled, lifted a paw to scratch at the sores again, and moved the paw back down to the ground at the last second. “That brings me back to you merry bunch. If you lot support my succession, then that’s a win for you! I may need the lot of you to kill an ice dragon or other assorted idiots for me, that’s it, no big deal. Whatcha say?”

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