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She can't help the wry smile that crosses her face as she is presented with a set of bird skulls to reflect the dead bird she placed upon the tree. The gargoyle snorts her amusement and examines the skulls with a sparkle in her stone grey eyes, whilst Ker lands next to them and warily nibbles at them. She picks them up in her beak and fondles them curiously, her sharp eyes moving to a particularly large one that looks vaguely Philippine-shaped. That's your Ma, says Oizys to her companion with a cold smirk. It isn't, but she's allowed to have some fun with the gullible eagle, is she not? Ker responds with a bombardment of ":( :( :( :( :(" into the filly's mind, and she snorts her amusement as the large raptor unceremoniously drops the skulls and rises into the air to land on her bonded's broad shoulders. The gargoyle glances around to see the items that other people have received, to decide if there's anything worth stealing. They seem to be related to what each individual placed upon the tree, and Oizys looks over with interest to see what the handsome gold-embossed colt received for his own not-so-thoughtful attempt at decoration. To her great amusement, it looks like he received a string of skulls, too. Now there's a talking point. Oizys is by no means sociable or friendly, but the boy is intriguing (and hot as fuck, which helps) and anybody who can join her in scorning this 'magic day' is alright in her books. So she scoops up her skulls and tangles them into her mane, deciding to make them into an item of jewelry at a later date. Skulls just scream badass, so the gift is fine by Oizys. With Ker still sulking on her back at her bonded's humour, the bulky yearling moves towards the bay colt, her body language surprisingly neutral. She doesn't know why, but she feels weirdly happy, and much less inclined to be a downright bitch to anybody that breathes in her general direction. Given that fact, she's feeling almost cheery as she sidles up alongside the colt, side-eying him with a smirk. "You got skulls too, hmm?" The tri-horned yearling looks at them, whilst feeling her own jangling in her mane. "All the cool kids are sporting cutting edge dead bird heads this Frostfall, so we should be grateful." She flashes the boy a dark grin. "I'm Oizys." It's rare she freely announces her name, but hey, it's Christmas. |
Speaks to Amalrik
[ the gargoyle queen ]
OIZYS IS ALWAYS RATED M FOR STRONG LANGAUGE IN HER POSTS
