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Oizys has really set her mind to this clearing business. Not out of altruism or any true fucks to give about the environment, but because she knows Kisamoa can provide the good swag, and she wants in on that.
Today's expedition takes her to the beach. She's become a dab hand at searching for bones, usually in her wolf form, but today she's in her own glorious skin rather than anyone else's. Ker is helping in any way she can by carrying a small bone in her claws, whilst Oizys has a femur clutched in her jaws. They soon see a pile created by some others, and decide to help them out - teamwork is the order of the day with Kisamoa's deeds, and it certainly makes things less boring to work together. She casts a glance around at the others. There's a pretty blue sea-mare, an antlered boy, and...a Mountain. The gargoyle is a bulky child, muscular and tall for her age, but this mare is just above and beyond. "By the Gods....what did your mother feed you? Fertiliser?" She eyeballs Isopia, quietly impressed. Even Father was not that tall, and that power.... She gets a 10/10 from Oizys. Ker, meanwhile, has frozen in midair, her gaze locked on the large bronze dragon. "!!!!!!!" she says, fear ebbing into her bonded's mind as she contemplates the dragon, having never got this close to one before and finding it quite terrifying. Ker is a large raptor, but she isn't shiny, bronzed, scaled or able to breate fire. Giving the creature a wide birth and humming a frightened squawk, she drops her bone and the pile and bids a hasty retreat to look for another, staring awestruck over her shoulder at the dragon to make sure she isn't being pursued. Oizys rolls her eyes. The two mares seem to be making an ocean barricade of sorts, but the filly knows she'd only get in the way if she tried to help. Instead she moseys around the beach, looking for bones. She also finds a large, flat piece of driftwood, which she begins to place the bones upon. "If we put the bones on here, we can drag them back to Barnacle Bill, save making dozens of journeys if we carry them." She nods sagely to the antlered boy - normally she has little time for children (well, younger children than herself) but he could be a useful fellow bone-gatherer. |
[ the gargoyle queen ]
OIZYS IS ALWAYS RATED M FOR STRONG LANGAUGE IN HER POSTS
