The yank on her tail drew an undignified yelp from her lips, which would have been much more regal and full of vengeance had it not come out in a goat’s timorous voice. Her eyes narrow and her massive set of horns are pivoted on her strong neck as she looks for the assailant as he breezes by, forgetting again that he would not look as he once had and wasting what few moments she had to return the favor trying to catch a glimpse of his face, rather than filling it chock full of blue sparks.

An agitated sound escapes her mouth, especially when the unknown assailant just breezes right on by her and is soon up ahead with what looks like her two kids and Erebos, along with an unknown man of painted coloration, if the stink his billy frame gave off was any indication of his gender; a sweeping of pride fills her to know that the babes of her home are succeeding and doing well by the mountain’s reputation to have pulled ahead so soon.

It’s equally crushed by the fact that she’s being beaten by children.

She should have expected more deviousness on behalf of the turtle, but is still taken by surprise when white powder drifts down from the sky and is gritty her eyes quite unlike rain water or snow; it begins to burn ever so slightly as she bounds forward and before long, she is a large, dual horned, weeping nanny attempting to catch up with the rest of the flock. Stubbornly refusing to taste whatever it is falling through the sky out of her natural distrust of anything not natural or just like her, her lips remained sealed to the delights that fall from above.

Fire rises nearby, and her golden eyes flash towards it as she moves aside enough to hopefully be able to skirt it before she’s a nice, well cooked entrée for Saffron to come pick up later. The same idiot who’d grabbed her tail is up ahead and seems to have started a mini avalanche – which makes her goat ears pin to her skull and her heart clench in heated anger at the fool. He could have killed everyone for a sake to win! Obviously, the tail grabber had never lived on a mountain.

She may have to… show him some time.

Thankfully, she’s enough paces behind to dash and skirt the rocks as they fall, not quite avoiding a few and winding up with an awfully sore shoulder and a bruised ass from where the stones had collided with her body; a few ankle sores now relinquished tiny beads of blood where the scurry had worn away her thick fur, but the pain of it all is ignored as best as she can as she charges ahead, no longer intent on winning but on pinning the idiot throwing rocks to the ground and poking his eyes out.


[ OOC: Gets pegged by a few rocks on the way down and is now hauling ass trying to catch Rotislav to punch him. xDDD ]

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