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BUT I’M OVER IT NOW
[sub][W]isker[/sub]
graphic gore ★ genderfluid ★ 3-eyed crow
Vale batted at Romulus’s paw with a wing. As if a little bird could push a lion’s paw away, but Vale wouldn’t be Vale if ve turned down an opportunity for theatrics. “Ha, really? An itty bitty birdy? Weighing you down?”
Leaning down, the crow swayed from the kingpin’s horn from one foot. Vis red eye locked onto the lion’s purple ones—one, the one Vale saw—and turned vis head to and fro, to give the lion an eyeful of vis three red eyes.
“Usually, it’s polite to give your name before asking another’s,” Vale said, tutting and waving a claw. “But! I suppose politeness went out the window when I invaded your personal headspace!” Vale tapped a claw against vis beak. “You know, that would be more of a joke if you were actually disgruntled. But! No matter.”
“The name’s Vale Aston. Perhaps you’ve heard of me? Eh, probably not. I’m not usuaaaaally in the mood for talking, or remembering my name, or bothering to lead a group of bloodthirsty misfits.” Vale’s right eye widened comically wide. “Hmmmmmmmmmmmm, you look familiar, though. A Malus, perhaps?”
Vale tapped a claw on vis beak in a parody of thoughtfulness, which probably looked weird, ve being upside down and all. “Ninazu and Stryker once helped me with a tinsy wency thingy majiggy.” Vale winked; ve wanted to blather about the Pitt’s destroyed pyramid, but that didn’t seem like a conversation topic for the neutral clan meeting. Too many eavesdroppers.
YOU NEVER TRUSTED ME ★ Leaning down, the crow swayed from the kingpin’s horn from one foot. Vis red eye locked onto the lion’s purple ones—one, the one Vale saw—and turned vis head to and fro, to give the lion an eyeful of vis three red eyes.
“Usually, it’s polite to give your name before asking another’s,” Vale said, tutting and waving a claw. “But! I suppose politeness went out the window when I invaded your personal headspace!” Vale tapped a claw against vis beak. “You know, that would be more of a joke if you were actually disgruntled. But! No matter.”
“The name’s Vale Aston. Perhaps you’ve heard of me? Eh, probably not. I’m not usuaaaaally in the mood for talking, or remembering my name, or bothering to lead a group of bloodthirsty misfits.” Vale’s right eye widened comically wide. “Hmmmmmmmmmmmm, you look familiar, though. A Malus, perhaps?”
Vale tapped a claw on vis beak in a parody of thoughtfulness, which probably looked weird, ve being upside down and all. “Ninazu and Stryker once helped me with a tinsy wency thingy majiggy.” Vale winked; ve wanted to blather about the Pitt’s destroyed pyramid, but that didn’t seem like a conversation topic for the neutral clan meeting. Too many eavesdroppers.
BUT I’M OVER IT NOW
[sub][W]isker[/sub]
METAMORPHOSIS
all that is left is the change !
Descendants of the Departed ★ Inquisitor of Requiem's Creation
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