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The gargoyle is initially in two minds about whether to attend this most recent of Kisamoa's turn up, be enigmatic, give out good swag to everybody but her meetings. Oizys isn't the sort to attest to the once bitten, twice shy philosophy, because she's never shy, but she'd be lying if she said she wasn't a bit dubious about Barnacle Bill's intentions. He's creepy, and his portents of doom seem a tad over-exaggerated. Unfortunately, Oizys' greed, curiosity and dislike of missing out means she moves like a lamb to the slaughter towards Kisamoa's most recent meeting. Ker rides on her back, equally as wary about Barnacle Bill and what he could possibly want with them. "He comes from sea. Not trust." The eagle's voice blasts into the gargoyle's head, but she ignores it. Good swag > a raptor's misgivings any day of the week. There's already quite the crowd gathered when the stone-coloured yearling arrives. She shifts swiftly to the front, glaring at anybody who might block her path. This time, Kisamoa is fairly upfront about what he wants them to do. Collect bones, get rid of obstacles, generally be the do-gooders of Helovia, all for...what? The filly narrows her cold grey eyes at him, wondering what rewards will be on offer for those who help. Hell, she isn't being anybody's manual labour bitch for no payment, and she assumes a lot of the Helovian populace will agree. For once, though, the mouthy girl chooses silence over questions - she keeps her lips firmly shut, deciding to just do what he asks and reap the reward later. On her back, Ker gives a long, resigned sigh, knowing that this means hard work is nigh. |
[ the gargoyle queen ]
OIZYS IS ALWAYS RATED M FOR STRONG LANGAUGE IN HER POSTS
