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NOTHING SATISFIES ME BUT YOUR SOUL "Bet you were hoping nobody saw that." The filly's sardonic voice rings through the Veins as she slinks towards the colt, a grin plastered in place. She's in her horse form today, which is fairly unusual - she's been experimenting with as many different animal forms that she can lay her hooves on. No beast is safe when Oizys is out for their blood, eager to drink of it and steal their bodies. Ker is a willing accomplice, her razor-sharp beak assisting where Oizys' blunt teeth fail, and the large yearling has developed something akin to an addiction to shapeshifting. Even the agonising pain is tolerable when she knows what comes after. But when it comes to Kisamoa's grunt work, the raw strength of her horse form is the most useful. She's strong for her age, bulky and muscular, only stymied somewhat by The Thing, the weakness in her heart. It would be hard to picture such a weakness by simply gazing upon the gargoyle queen, however, with her powerful frame, savage horns and wicked attitude. She's in her element when she's using her strength to shift logs for Kisamoa, all in the hope of earning something good for her efforts. Ker tilts her terrifying head at the boy, whilst Oizys also scrutinises him. Handsome enough, well-bred, if a little clumsy it seems. "Here, let me help. Don't want you hurting yourself again." Her cold eyes twinkle with mirth as she advances on the offending log, pressing her own colossal chest against it to help the colt push it towards the lava. Not out of any true empathy for his injuries, but because two bodies are better than one to achieve their goals. |
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[ the gargoyle queen ]
OIZYS IS ALWAYS RATED M FOR STRONG LANGAUGE IN HER POSTS
