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OIZYS she's the giggle at a funeral The colt's remark bids her ears to flatten irritably again, and Ker gives a low, ominous gargle in the depths of her beak. It is so much easier to be nasty and confrontational towards him than it is to remember the Deep Feels she felt prior to her quick farewell last time they met. God dammit, sympathy is not a thing the gargoyle queen should be feeling, and it infuriates her how weird she felt around this skull-marked colt once she learnt of his mother. The thought that they could be kindred spirits, both beholden to a parent that they fear and adore, sickens her. So it's far better for her to be unpleasant towards him than to risk feeling more Feels. At Enyo's question as to them knowing each other, the filly snorts. "You could say that." Only, she says it at exactly the same moment the colt does, and her nostrils flare with distaste at the notion of doing something he does, again. Her tail twines between her ankles and she narrows her gaze at him, desperately trying to summon up some hatred but finding herself unable to. How can she hate him, when a quirk of fate means that they've got more in common than either of them care to admit? Even her old daydream of Father bringing mayhem onto him doesn't seem to work anymore. But this is Sister's special day, and it shouldn't be ruined by anything. She studiously ignores his sister comment, because like hell do they need any more similarities, and focuses instead on the grey bundle of fluff that is Enny's new companion. "Can you feel it in your head yet? Have you given it a name?" Such a bombardment of questions, bringing back such wonderful memories of when she found Ker! The young eagle herself scrutinises the chick with a sharp and curious eye, tilting her head from side to side and chirping a happy greeting in the general direction of the feathery bundle. |
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[ the gargoyle queen ]
OIZYS IS ALWAYS RATED M FOR STRONG LANGAUGE IN HER POSTS
