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I'D RATHER BE D A N G E R O U S Her first herd meeting....somehow, she is not filled with glee at the thought. She prefers her own company, and spends the vast majority of her time outside the Edge. But needs must, so with considerable reluctance she stops what she's doing (which is practicing with her spark creatures) and turns towards the cry. A mighty stag made of electricity runs alongside the grey filly as she stampedes towards the meeting, her stout legs extending beneath her to devour the ground. The stag crackles next to her, much to the continued consternation of Ker. The eagle has not forgiven Oizys' newfound magic for shocking her, and gives it a wide berth wherever possible. She soars on the gargoyle's other side, her sharp blue eyes furrowed into a frown as she casts occasional furtive, hateful glances at the sizzling creature. Eventually, the youngster arrives amongst a sea of other horses. She's dying to send her stag into them, watch them scatter, but she resists temptation - instead, she lets the shock-beast sizzle into nothingness. Closer she prowls, her eyes flickering to the king first (she thinks it abhorrent that any other man but Father could be king, although she concedes that this one is adequate enough) and then to the unfamiliar faces in the crowd. She's searching, however, for Enyo. The bitch has not seen her twin in ages, and she is beginning to fret. She does not know how to function alone, without her womb-mate, and her blackened young heart beats that much less when her sister is not here. Mother is, though, and the filly frowns as she draws alongside the grey mare. "You're fat," she observantly points out, her voice an unpleasant sneer. Oh, she suspects why Mother is fat, and it makes her insides crawl. It must be Father's - the ironheart would not let any lesser male mount her, would she? And all males are lesser compared to Father. |
[ the gargoyle queen ]
OIZYS IS ALWAYS RATED M FOR STRONG LANGAUGE IN HER POSTS
