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Oizys is not adverse to a party, but she vastly prefers just rolling in when everything's all set up rather than having to get her hands dirty helping. That is for the peasants, and the gargoyle most certainly isn't one of those. Still, she needs to do something around the herd that doesn't involve sparring, because her muscles are aching from her three quickfire battles with Weaver, Toulouse and Erebos and she desperately needs a break from all the bloodletting. There's already quite a crowd gathered by the time the gargoyle arrives, her scarred face cast into sharp relief by the morning sunlight. At the head of the procession is Rikyn, their enigmatic Lord and possessor of the status '10/10 would bang' since his ascension to kinghood. There's Weaver, her battle-sister, and Beloved, the creepy mare she'd shared her first shift with. There's also a stallion she doesn't recognise, his skin hued with purple and his horn lethal and glassy. The steel soldier approaches with Ker riding on her shoulders, glaring over at Weaver's raven with the same hunger as she had during their spar. "I think whipping out the party alcohol would make this set-up a lot easier," she suggests with a gleam in her eye, addressing Rikyn moreso than the others. Without waiting to be asked for her assistance, Oizys summons three eagles made of electricity, which fly towards some of the larger chunks of debris. They slam into the obstacles and set them on fire as their sizzling sparks collide with dead leaves and twigs, and it's not long before the debris is burnt down to dust. It's a lot easier than doing it by hand (or hoof), anyway. NO WEALTH, NO LAND, NO SILVER, NO GOLD NOTHING SATISFIES ME BUT YOUR SOUL |
[ the gargoyle queen ]
OIZYS IS ALWAYS RATED M FOR STRONG LANGAUGE IN HER POSTS
