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Her brother's ill-advised lunge at her is not met with the venom that it normally would have been; she's too distracted, too crippled by what she's done, what she's caused. How could she? She's always thought herself infallible, immortal; she is the daughter of the Basilisk, and she can never die. Yet it required her mother to take a blow in her place to ensure she lives to fight another day, and she cannot help but feel what a waste it has been for her to have not appreciated this fact before now. The gathered crowd is largely ignored, although Lena's singing and Alysanne's magic do succeed in calming her slightly. It can't stop the great wracking heaves of her chest, nor do the words that Nyx says to her. How can she say that this was worth it? She's dying, and nobody wants that. The gargoyle hisses through her teeth and leans closer, as though her sheer force of will can knit her mother's side back together. The healing seems to be working, but not enough - Oizys' panicked gaze darts between the healers, praying that one of them will be strong enough to stave off death itself. But she should know it is impossible. As her mother begins to hand out her possessions, the reality truly hits her. Nyx won't be around to teach her how to use the shield she's handing over, won't be around to see her daughter's first fight, to witness strong future grandchildren and the empire that the gargoyle will build. She's dying, and she's dying because of Oizys. She takes the shield and she nods through teary eyes, her limbs shaking and her mind hating itself for this show of weakness, of grief, in front of such a large crowd, but she can't help it. Despite her stone exterior, her bravado and vulgarity, Oizys is just a little child who is about to lose her mother, and it's the most painful thing she's ever felt. "I love you, Ma," she whispers softly towards the mare's ear, before stepping back to give her space. The actual process seems rather quick, and she's gone in seconds; Dominus falls with her, and Ker gives an involuntary shudder at the notion that one cannot survive without the other. Oizys' recklessness had endangered not only herself but her companion, and that is truly unforgiveable. Still heaving with suppressed pain, the girl tries desperately to hide it behind a mask of action, of needing to do something rather than stand here and contemplate her loss. "We...we should begin to move her to the Edge, for the....burial." Holy shit, that makes it real. They have to act fast, though. Kaos' beast may try to eat the cooling corpse, and Oizys already has a thousand reasons to slaughter him - she doesn't need another. |
[ the gargoyle queen ]
OIZYS IS ALWAYS RATED M FOR STRONG LANGAUGE IN HER POSTS
