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05-04-2014, 05:29 PM
Oxy Rain. It's not really that bad, you suppose. It's never really stopped you before. It's probably actually good for you. You've never really taken much pride in being clean, but at least the rain helps you out from time to time. As the sky opens up, dropping it's tears down upon you, the dried blood and mud that cakes your hide is washed down, revealing ribs that press through flesh that is pulled too tight, flanks that are drawn in when they should be pushed out and a body that looks sickly more than anything. You are a truly a site to be hold. The only thing that drives you from the rain this time is the knowledge that the torrential rain will ruin the leather bag you wear on your left shoulder will be ruined if you stay too long in the water. That leather bag is your life, carrying the greenery that keeps you high and out of touch with this earth. You have magic now to the same effect, which you have turned against yourself more often than you have turned it against others, but the painful shock that comes with the magic that makes you high is less desirable than the sweet green juices that flow down your time with every bite of your locoweed. Therefore, you wobble your way towards the only damned tree in the whole field. Unfortunately, by the time you get there, the shade is very much occupied by two unwanted mares. For a moment you hesitate outside the foliage, struggling with your conflict. Save your bag and deal with these ladies or ruin the leather and save yourself from unwanted contact with them. In the end, your drug habit wins out, as it always will. You take a deep breath and brave the safety of the tree, eying both of the mares suspiciously. “Well you smell terrible,” you offer in a low growl to anybody that will listen. Good job making friends. Above you, your companion floats as a nearly-invisible black wisp, watching the interactions unfold. She does not approve of your rudeness but is too afraid to say otherwise. @[Liit] |
Permission granted to use magic or physical force with Oxy at any time for any reason to any degree, with the exception of killing him.
Please do not tag Oxy unless it is in an opening post
Please do not tag Oxy unless it is in an opening post
