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 A steaming gaze snaps onto the porcelain unicorn's mismatching one, and the peahen narrows her eyes as she is promptly removed from the God's favors and sent sprawling around in the dirt. Fine. She didn't need this God to heal her, or to provide her with protection. It seems to the loud bird that even mortals can answer her questions, and her lips tighten in a frown at the lady's words. So Osiris isn't here.
The heat that presses at her bright hide drastically increases in temperature, and the beauty swiftly backs away from the burning stag. She hates to show cowardice, but she is not an idiot: the warrior knows when it is time to back away from a fight. The retreating woman has already caused quite the stir in this God, and his anger has made her withdraw. Amusement and bitterness no longer taint the waters of her basin -- it is respect and disappointment that sustain her now. A warm breath of air plays with her writhing locks, casting them across her gaze, but the maiden does not deal with the annoyance. Whereas her usual selfish desires would have kept her around the deity longer, his words lash at her heart like cat-o'-nine-tales to the flesh. She had deserved his gifts today, but now she has lost her chance. The Aztec will remember this introductory meeting with the Gods, and take it to heart. Never again will she be demanding of a person as powerful as they are. But that says absolutely nothing for the mortals. Spinning on her heel and remembering what happened to the flying girl, the peahen saunters away from the group without another word. Her wound pangs at her side at the land-bound movement, but she does not dare flight -- she has been reprimanded, but she does not fancy being barbecued as well. For the first time since her initiation, the warrior is returning home. Let them remember me as I will remember them. "Sed interdum rutrum urna, sed pellentesque sapien tempor in." Quisque iaculis dapibus fermentum. {Bellona is out! Thought the attitude would do that! And Nyte is a DERP and figured out the ride roll. Lmao. Sorry! <3} BellonA
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