With the sensitive pads of her paws, Oizys allows herself to caress the ground and take note of it. It's fairly firm, enough to be unremarkable; there's nothing particularly interesting about it, nothing that could help or hinder the shapeshifting mare. The temperature, too, is almost perfect, not enough to make the gargoyle's flesh sweat beneath the great coat of matted fur that she currently wears. That's the amazing thing about the Basin - it almost always cool, and that suits Oizys down to the ground.

The gelding's uttered no sends a shiver of pleasure down Oizys' spine. Even in her horse form, she feeds off the fear of her peers. She relishes in the knowledge that she has created that emotion, that she has the power to turn the screw and deepen the terror or relinquish her victim from its grasp as she sees fit. In her bear form, with predatory instinct overwhelming any sense of kindness or goodness within the black-hearted girl, there's something almost sexual about the glee that erupts within her at Toulouse's single word. She caused him to do that. She caused a crack in that arrogant, sneering veneer of his, and for the first time she thinks she glimpses something almost human beneath the slimy, snakelike exterior that he projects.

Maybe he does have a heart after all, capable of beating ice-cold fear through his body. The bear-gargoyle is determined to find out, holding her grip firm against the gelding as he thrashes like stricken prey, sending yet more fountains of pleasure through her body. She's done as she intended, and she recoils as she reaches for her magic again and drags her body reluctantly back from bear to mare in an explosion of raw, bone-snapping agony.

Her pain-infused stagger backwards saves her, as it transpires. Toulouse's pet snake (there's so many potential penis jokes that she's dying to utter, jokes that will die in her mind because she's so focused on the battle) lunges for her, but just misses courtesy of her backwards movement. The gargoyle's ears pin angrily - that snake could have killed her, the venomous little fucker! So it's like that, is it? Before Oizys can screech some furious abuse, Toulouse has suddenly twisted around like the serpent he is, and it's his back legs that she's confronted with - he bucks towards her head, and the mare unleashes a loud snarl as she lifts into a half-rear to try and save her skull from being caved in by the gelding's hooves. Instead, his blow lands on her lower chest, and it lands heavily. Immediately the affected area seizes up in a thick, muscle-deep bruise that throbs with an unholy level of pain, knocking the air from the soldier's lungs and causing her to emit a thunderous bellow of torment.

She lands from her rear, finding herself forced backwards another step by the strength of Toulouse's kick. The agony in her chest is exquisite, and the tightening of the area ensures that Oizys' movement will be compromised for the rest of the fight. Chasing after the gelding isn't an option, so with another great roar of fury, the gargoyle summons her other magic. The air around her body sizzles, crackles, burns with the force of the Oizys-shaped creature that blossoms like a flower from nothingness. It's her size, her shape, but it's made of blue-black electricity, flickering ominously against the evening sky. Spark-Oizys dives forwards, hunting for Toulouse's back end - it lifts its great forequarters and tries to mount the gelding, attempting to wrap its front legs around his hips and press its chest against his backside. It seeks to electrify him, to stun and paralyze him with its deadly, sizzling bulk, hoping to cause him considerable pain and maybe even hinder his movements.

Ker circles, shrieking her rage at the palomino's attack upon her bonded. Her feathered wings flare and cast her around in a wide loop, her cold grey eyes narrowed to furious slits as she contemplates where best to strike the ball-less bastard for optimum pain. She opens her massive hooked beak, releasing a blast of black, fetid air that makes a beeline for Toulouse in an attempt to infect him. The raptor chooses her disease carefully and cruelly - rabies. She wants to leave him as a slobbering, foaming, sweating mess of distress, to make him fear for his own mortality and beg for relief from the hell of her creation.

At the same time, she swoops like an avenging angel. Her vicious talons extend and she attempts to sink them hard into the man's left shoulder, hoping to burrow down to the muscle.

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@Toulouse !

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Ker uses her Curse magic (Curse: another with parasite, disease, or mental issue for 3 posts.) to try and curse Toulouse with rabies >.>