Oxy

If you weren’t so royally pissed off about Kaiylia being missing, you might have actually found heart to laugh at the snappish comeback of the peahen. That, or laugh at the foolish word she uses. Is she really so incapable that she can’t speak the common tongue, but rather has to speak some distorted language akin to Spanglish or Frespanol? Apparently. You just roll your eye and grumble. And really, you two are like children, standing here fighting over a trinket that neither of you really knows the true value of. For though you have threatened to take it off her hands, you don’t really know what good they are either, except that you’ve seen other people with them and if other people have them they must be good for something. Right?

“The fuck is a concotentoti,” you spit back first, royally butchering your attempt at her native language. But it is not really her language that gives your voice such bite. You step closer, narrowing your eyes, and the seething hatred in your voice should be enough to tell her how you really feel. “And you can call me what you want, but you don’t talk about her.” Touchy much? Maybe, but you promised Snowflake that you wouldn’t leave her, that you would protect her, and so protect her you will, even from bitchy rainbows with no intelligence in their head.

As for an alliance… you’re afraid you’re sorely lacking in any memory of that, so you sort of back off on your threatening stalk forward in order to think. And even if you did have an alliance, who is she to complain to you about it? You would most certainly be in charge. Therefore, instead of deigning her with a response, you decide to just show her who is boss. A healthy dose of not being able to breath should probably do the trick. With just half a glance to the side, to make sure no unwanted her members are sneaking about, you reach within you for your magic and then let it go.

What you expect to see, within short order, is the peahen gasping for breath- a breath where no matter how much air she takes it, it just won’t give her the oxygen she needs. Oh, how you long to see this noisy bitch put in her place. As for your boggart… she grows bored with the excitement and instead flits down towards rougarou. Morphing into the form of a butterfly, she begins to flit about his face, perhaps to entice him into a game or perhaps just to annoy him as you have hopefully annoyed the peahen. You’re never entirely sure what her motives are, as her emotions seem to morph as often as she does.


@[Bellona]

scars remind us our past is real