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08-24-2014, 10:51 PM
OXY.
I never said that I want this
You jump- no, leap- lithely out of the way of the fire from the little white fox that chortles behind you. It's strange of you to be so agile, so neat in your ability to jump from one side to the other. In fact, if your body weren't so small as a goat, you might almost enjoy being so graceful. But as a small beast you wouldn't be able to ram others, slam others, smash them into pieces. You really hope whatever it is that's chasing you down below stops soon, and that you get to escape and turn back into a big, hulking beast.When you finally break the mountain top, rise up above and break the threshold, a final ring just down the track... You call your companion back from her idiocy, race forward, and release your drug magic on whoever might be near to you. And, when you look down, you find that your hooves are no longer cloven, but again solid plates of blackness. Your body is huge again, your muscles returned, your horseshoes clattering noisily against the stone. You dig and and run forward, hoping your drug magic will slow down those around you. Onward you go to the end, body sweating with the effort of your leaping and running.
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
