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NOTHING SATISFIES ME BUT YOUR SOUL The tree holds Helovians in its thrall, a green sentinel that bids them to empty their innermost secrets at its trunk. They offer their meaningful gifts, their hearts, their souls, their deepest memories, in the hope of a small trinket or favour. Unfortunately for the festive spirit, Oizys is not the sort to give such personal information away. She's the sort to rampage through your Christmas dinner, spit at your grandma and steal your presents. It's just how she is. She tames herself slightly for the benefit of the turtle - if she marches into the clearing in full bitch mode, she'll probably be forcibly ejected. In her mouth she holds a small blackbird, killed by Ker but slyly stolen from the eagle for this very purpose. The gargoyle darts towards the tree, tail flickering around her hocks as she lays down the grisly prize next to the vial of feathers placed by a handsome two-horned colt of a similar age to her, noting with a smirk that somebody else is taking this 'magic day' as not-serious as herself. This is Bob, my first friend. May he rest in peace. A mock tear threatens to fill those cold grey eyes as she carefully arranges her bird in the tree, but her wicked smile does not reach them. The words are on the tip of her tongue, but she resists; she does not want to alienate the creature and risk being condemned with x-ray vision like last time. Instead she retreats with a snort and eyes the gold-embossed colt with interest - he'll be worthy of a conversation later, perhaps, once the good swag gets handed out. |
Oizys offers a dead bird because she's gross. Gives @Amalrik the lusty eyes because he put a shitty gift too.
[ the gargoyle queen ]
OIZYS IS ALWAYS RATED M FOR STRONG LANGAUGE IN HER POSTS
