Green Labyrinth
She's following her mother like a newborn foal. Deep down, the gargoyle knows that the crude spectre in front of her cannot possibly be her dead dam, but that doesn't stop her from traipsing behind it like a moth to a flame. Hope is a powerful thing, and despite Oizys's projected image of grizzled-emotionless-badass, she's pretty damn intoxicated at the idea of having her mother returned to her. She has dozens of things to say to Nyx, most starting with I'm so sorry for getting you brutally murdered by a fifty-foot bone monster, and the idea of finally obtaining closure....it's tantalising, tempting, alluring.
The spell breaks as soon as she finds herself lost amidst dozens of other malicious ghosts, each one seeming to take the form of another perished loved one. Any ray of hope that she'd felt is quickly extinguished, and she finally accepts that this spectre is not her mother. She'd known it, of course, but it is still rather crushing to realise that she'd temporarily fallen for it....or, at least, she'd wanted to fall for it. As always, the gargoyle hides any vulnerability behind a stone facade of sarcasm and innuendo. "Yeah, that's a pretty uncanny impersonation, I'll give you that....but my mother would have a few choice and X-rated words to say to me after how she died, which is how I know you ain't her. Ten out of ten for effort, though." She aims a furious kick for the creature, although she knows it's pointless when the damn thing is translucent. Instead, she reaches for her magic, intending to summon a pack of spark-wolves to chase the ghosts towards their master. She smiles a cold smile at the idea of bringing the creatures to heel with her magic, and prepares to launch a whole damn wolf pack into the fray....she reaches for her power, unleashes it, waits for the bombardment of spark-creatures to erupt next to her.... Just the one wolf leaps into existence. One farty little wolf, all on its lonesome. Oizys glares down at it, her face embodying all the what the fucks in the world. Since when did her magic get so shit? She tries to squeeze out more wolves, gaining an expression akin to that of somebody with constipation, but to no avail. "Oh, asshole." The whispered curse doesn't change the fact that she only has one spark-creature to work with, but she valiantly sends it out all the same. Like it wasn't enough for the Rift to fuck up her bond with Ker, it's basically castrated her magic as well! Her one sad little wolf's sizzling, crackling blue body darts towards some of the spirits, trying to herd them like sheep towards the other wolf that waits for them - the God, their master, their destroyer. I'M NOT A HERO, I'M A LIAR I'M NOT A SAVIOUR, I'M A VAMPIRE |
Ozzy summons a spark-wolf to try and chase the spirits towards Reszo.
