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08-21-2014, 01:40 AM
OXY.
I never said that I want this
Hopping from place to place, though you're still not entirely sure why, you follow the others up the side of the mountain towards a ring and pass through. If you could differentiate this herd of goats, you might be upset to find that your co-general has surged ahead of you, along with a variety of youngsters. But since you cannot tell it is him, owing to the fact that you're no longer a horse, but instead a goat, you do not feel any flame of anger or rage boil up within you. Perhaps it is for the better. You might be inclined to try and bite or kick about, like some of the others are doing. But as a trained warrior, you're certain you might just send someone tumbling all the way back down this mountain to the starting box.Maybe if you go back a second time, you will be returned to horse form?
Regardless, as if this whole situation isn't idiotic enough, it begins to snow. Figures. You snort rudely and continue to bounce about, not stupid enough to stick your tongue out as a variety of others are. But what to do... your competitive spirit, despite the fact that you don't really know what's going on, drives you to want to win. So, like the true asshole that you are, you call up your blood magic and try to release it on... well, whoever might be around you, really. Anything to slow the others down- especially any of those that were ahead of you. Pressing onward, you try to jump higher and faster up the side of this precarious mountain, reckless despite the ever-increasing amount of snow piling up around your hooves.
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
