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07-15-2014, 10:08 PM
Raeru. A sound catches your ears and you turn your head, looking to see where it had come from. You're not entirely sure how you ended up in the meadow again- yeah, another one of those trips. Rolling your eyes, you nevertheless head towards the sound. The voices sounds sweet... innocent. You're sure you could stir up some trouble over there, given the chance. And you kind of feel like causing trouble right now because you're feeling rather self important. Oxy the Addict, Legatus of the Falls, army usurper, Rostislav defeater (in your head anyway, it hasn't exactly happened yet), champion of the battlefield and protector of the realm. Yeah, you're pretty awesome. Just remember that.
As you happen on the scene, another mother and child placed before you, you can't help but roll your eyes. How is it that this is the fourth time just this year that you've happened upon a newly birthed brat and her doting mother. Whatever are you, Oxy the Stork in addition to all of your other mighty titles? You scowl at the very idea, as though you presence brings babes into the world the same way that your presence on the battlefield brings defeat to whomever it is you have challenged.
But the newborn child has just risen, has just reached her prize of food and nourishment- now is your chance to reek havoc. After all, you're not really worried about a little pale mother, are you? Chuckling softly to yourself, you wobble your way over to the pair before reaching down towards the newborn brat. None too kindly, you attempt to push the child to the side, perhaps to make her stumble back down to the earth, before you look up to her mother. “They don't get any less ugly.” Yeah... not the most creative insult, but it will do. You've found that mothers are particularly sensitive to such criticisms. Cautious of the mare's hind hooves, which you are dangerously close to, you sidle to the side, watching her with an amused grin, wondering what sort of chaos is about to erupt.
About you, the nearly-invisible wisp that is your companion sends you a variety of angry emotions, displaying her distaste for your actions quite vividly. But you ignore her- you never listen to bad advice, after all.
As you happen on the scene, another mother and child placed before you, you can't help but roll your eyes. How is it that this is the fourth time just this year that you've happened upon a newly birthed brat and her doting mother. Whatever are you, Oxy the Stork in addition to all of your other mighty titles? You scowl at the very idea, as though you presence brings babes into the world the same way that your presence on the battlefield brings defeat to whomever it is you have challenged.
But the newborn child has just risen, has just reached her prize of food and nourishment- now is your chance to reek havoc. After all, you're not really worried about a little pale mother, are you? Chuckling softly to yourself, you wobble your way over to the pair before reaching down towards the newborn brat. None too kindly, you attempt to push the child to the side, perhaps to make her stumble back down to the earth, before you look up to her mother. “They don't get any less ugly.” Yeah... not the most creative insult, but it will do. You've found that mothers are particularly sensitive to such criticisms. Cautious of the mare's hind hooves, which you are dangerously close to, you sidle to the side, watching her with an amused grin, wondering what sort of chaos is about to erupt.
About you, the nearly-invisible wisp that is your companion sends you a variety of angry emotions, displaying her distaste for your actions quite vividly. But you ignore her- you never listen to bad advice, after all.
we all look for ways to make the pain go away
Permission granted to use magic or physical force with Oxy at any time for any reason to any degree, with the exception of killing him.
Please do not tag Oxy unless it is in an opening post
Please do not tag Oxy unless it is in an opening post
