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The gargoyle has been laying low as of late. She hasn't had a great deal of choice - she lives in a herd full of people who hate her guts, and that'd make for awkwardness in anybody. Oizys has few fucks to give about other's opinions about her, but it isn't a particularly enjoyable time to be alive when she's dodging the veritable dagger-fest that her herdmates launch at her. It doesn't help that her mother, rancid slut that she is, is too preoccupied with her shiny new children to be bothered about her older ones. Oizys has made no attempt whatsoever to get to know her new siblings, because they're small and ugly and useless and she scorns the notion that she was once that tiny and pitiful, too. She is not small anymore. Now a year old, the gargoyle is tall, gangly, but hardened with the raw draft muscle of her father's bloodline. She still needs to grow into her legs, but that'll come with time. To her great dismay, the Cough hasn't diminished with age, but she feels far more comfortable in her own skin now she's no longer knee high to a grasshopper. The Riptide Isles are always a good place for the grey filly to chill, and she's doing exactly that when she hears the commotion nearby. Ker is hunting for fish over the sea, and with an excitable barrage of squawks and screeches, notifies her bonded of the new arrival to their shores. "Ugly sea fish thing," is her very descriptive appraisal of the creature, and Oizys' curiosity swiftly gets the better of her. She trots across the sand, savouring the sucking sensation that tests out her newfound muscles, her hideously scarred head held proudly high and her raptor perched happily upon her shoulders with a mouthful of wiggling fish shoved in her voracious beak. The duo soon arrive at a crowd, and the gargoyle's cold grey eyes narrow as she drinks in the sights and sounds. She recognises the weak-ass filly she'd pounded into the ground a few months ago - ah, good times - as well as a veritable plethora of other men and women she's never seen before. All eyes are on the sea-beastie, however, and Oizys' are the same. Damn, it's ugly. It looks like the ocean vomited on the shore, but the filly's slim sense of preservation tells her to bite her tongue for once. Instead of speaking her mind and launching some vulgar - and probably not age-appropriate - bile at the thing, she stands in silence. Best to see how things develop before she goes in all guns blazing. |
[ the gargoyle queen ]
OIZYS IS ALWAYS RATED M FOR STRONG LANGAUGE IN HER POSTS
