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She glances down at the bone Toulouse finds, and its similarity to her mother's does not escape her. She swallows hard, composing her face into a mask of indifference even as her heart rages inside. There's images of her dam's rotting flesh suddenly plastered across her eyes, macabre visions of bones and horns left buried in the Edge's ground forevermore....The young mare has to steady herself, fighting to keep up the hard-worn mask of hers. The gelding's words gather her attention back to the present. You must think you have something you can give me then "Oh, I don't know...maybe my good looks and my immense charm?" Sarcasm drips from every word, because Oizys is far from pretty and she's certainly far from charming. She still eyes the palomino warily, but her posture is relaxed a tad more than it was a few seconds ago; maybe her first appearance of him was deceiving, maybe he's not that bad after all... His next words, though, cause her muscles to ripple again and her ears to pin. Not out of anger, but out of fear. Fear because if he carries on, she'll be forced to face all those emotions again, be forced to discuss her mother's death when she's still not ready. How can she discuss it when even the sight of a horn that isn't even Nyx's is enough to send her into paroxysms of misery? Thankfully, something cuts the gelding off from his sentence. Oizys turns, keen to see the source of her relief, but her expression quickly turns back to a deeply concerned frown at the sight that beholds her. She finds herself following Toulouse, lurching back towards the main body of the patrol in time to feel an odd...niceness pass over her. There's blue-black liquid and creepy-looking black flowers that she's sure weren't there before, and her ears remain laced to her skull as she eyes them warily. Toulouse reaches out a hoof towards it, and Oizys unleashes a loud snort. "Don't touch it, dumbass!" she bellows, throwing her weight to the side in an attempt to ram her left shoulder into his right one, trying to push him away from the flowers. She's not sure why - what is it to her if he gets absorbed into the altar, or otherwise gruesomely murdered? - except perhaps because she's keen to preserve the life of the herdmate, and she knows better than most what Kaos is capable of. "Nothing coming from that altar is going to be good." She glances around, looking for Erebos - he is their General, and the decision on what to do next should rest with him. NO WEALTH, NO LAND, NO SILVER, NO GOLD NOTHING SATISFIES ME BUT YOUR SOUL |
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[ the gargoyle queen ]
OIZYS IS ALWAYS RATED M FOR STRONG LANGAUGE IN HER POSTS
