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Oizys is not a woman of morals. She is not the sort of creature to think that one good deed automatically deserves another, nor is she the sort to offer good deeds herself without ample recompense. She rarely feels guilt, and she's even less likely to feel it towards monsters who slaughter her mother. Why, then, does she feel a horrid, obnoxious pang of guilt when she wanders into the Marsh to try and find clues to destroy Kaos? For fuck's sake, she scolds herself, he killed Mother. Yet the monkey-like creature he'd spoken to her through had seemed so...innocent. Harmless, even. He'd healed her, despite having no reason to, and had asked for nothing in return save to tell the truth if she was ever asked about her mysterious recovery. He'd offered attention and explanation, far more than any of Helovia's resident Gods had. By removing The Thing in her chest, he'd given her a new lease of life, the ability to move unhindered, to grow and fight and conquer. In short, he'd saved her - and that makes her think twice about whether she wants to destroy him at all. At the end of the day, though, he'd killed Nyx and that...is not something that can be forgotten by some simple magic trick. That's why the gargoyle steels herself and marches towards the patrol with iron in her heart and determination flooding through her sturdy muscles, any misgivings betrayed only by the somewhat nervous twirling of her leonine tail. Ker sits haughtily upon her shoulders, talons digging in rather more deeply than necessary - she, unlike Oizys, harbours no good feeling whatsoever towards Kaos, and is determined to destroy him at any cost. It is her who first alerts her bonded to the patrol, directing the bulky mare towards it. Scarred grey gargoyle and raptor prowl through the Marsh after their herdmates, Oizys' large hooves making hefty imprints in the soft soil underfoot. After breaking into a heavy trot, she finally locates the patrol, headed by Erebos. There's another stallion who she recognises from around the herd, and Weaver who she'd sparred against. Then there's Toulouse, otherwise known as Creepy McCreepFace, who receives a somewhat wary glare from the large hybrid as she edges past him into the bulk of the patrol. "Our eyes and ears are yours," she says, and Ker flares her wings in agreement. 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
