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She's almost late. It's a close-run thing, the mare forced to gallop from the other side of the Basin in her haste to not miss her first meeting inside the place. That would make a rather poor impression, and whilst Oizys rarely cares what others think of her, she has already grown fond of the Basin. Ironically, it feels more like home than the Edge ever did, although she confesses to missing certain members of the former herd. These things aren't on her mind as she charges through her new home, finally arriving at the back of the meeting drenched in sweat and breathing heavily. The gargoyle is in time for announcements, yet she can't help but do a double take when her own name is mentioned. Her ears ram forwards, her breathing steadying as she listens - A responsibility we also extend to Oizys, who has shown great enthusiasm as a soldier. The mare's eyes boggle, but she finds herself growing taller and prouder in the face of this new responsibility, this new magic blessed upon her. "Thanks. I'm going to spar my ass off." It's not quite the scholarly declaration of acceptance that others give, but it works for the crude stone mare. Ker, nestled on her broad back, gives a happy chirp of congratulations, but the raptor's attention is largely focused on the small robin that she's busy devouring with her savage beak. Blood trickles down Oizys' back, staining her grey fur hideously. Tiamat continues, and at the mention of electric wolves, the mare tilts her head. Well, she can help in this quest moreso than most - not only can she create electric wolves, but she can willingly turn into one. Wolf blood is stashed in one of her vials, as it's possibly her favourite transformation. It was, after all, her first. "Uh, I don't know if it helps at all, but I can create electric wolves. They don't last long, but they sting like a bitch when they hit. If there was some way to make them permanent..." To echo her point, she summons two of the creatures, their bodies sizzling into existence beside her. She creates them larger than normal to prove their worth to the rest of the herd - it's a badass idea that Oizys is more than happy to assist with. Her wolves prowl around for a few moments, strutting and displaying their sizzling, ominous grace, before fizzling back into nothingness. "I can also transform into a wolf, which might help us infiltrate their ranks to study them. Or you can practice fighting against me, so you know what to expect when they inevitably try to eat us." She doesn't display this magic - she doesn't want to waste any of the precious blood for no reason. Gathering it isn't easy, after all. NO WEALTH, NO LAND, NO SILVER, NO GOLD NOTHING SATISFIES ME BUT YOUR SOUL |
[ the gargoyle queen ]
OIZYS IS ALWAYS RATED M FOR STRONG LANGAUGE IN HER POSTS
